Kismet

Life was a bright, light sunny day;
only, the good, could I see;
until the darkness came my way;
and evil, then targeted me.

Blessings and peace had been my path;
until the darkness suddenly came;
it seemed I’d incurred destiny’s wrath;
and reality would not be the same.

Still, I trudged through the fallen snow;
wondering what would come next;
now, I’m alone, with no place to go;
my writing is my latest pretext.

Kismet is a curious name for fate;
a path my consciousness travels;
with, many around me, I can relate;
as my world of dreams, unravels.

This life has become a mist for me;
much of it has lost its appeal;
that which was future; now history;
death, will, all truth reveal.

I write to share what thoughts remain;
as I near the end of life’s play;
shedding my cloak of hate and disdain;
seeking the dawn of new day.

I know I have lived many times before;
and, I hope you all can relate;
death is never an end; but a door;
we’ll all meet at Eden’s gate.

Monty 12/26/22. # 1,394