A Shrouded Path

In solitude, I roamed a shrouded path
as misty fog devoured every sound,
a victim of my fears and heaven’s wrath.

Deep in my heart dwelt pain, carefully bound,
which drove my feet further into the gray
as if enlightenment could there be found.

I neared a spectral tree and stopped to pray;
for answer there came naught but silent gloom.
In anger, I had cast my faith away.

To lose them both before new life could bloom
Did flood my soul with grief’s poisonous bath.
The silent fog had verified my doom.

Avoiding all the pain my heart now hath,
In solitude, I roamed a shrouded path.