Journey Home (Poem)

I walked with the night’s darkness

Draped on my shoulders.

It hung with ragged edges

And glimmers of stars.

I chewed on their bitter words,

Spitting out the husks of judgement

And swallowing the knowledge

Of my own harsh disdain.

Such a winding trail I followed,

Marked by obscured delineation and forgotten counsel

Lured by whispers of elegiac chorus.

With each step I crushed the bones underfoot

And they laughed as they fragmented

Into the minutiae of lives past, present, and future.

So familiar, for they were mine.