The Untrammelled Road

It lurks in dark corners,
Like a fugitive on the prowl.
And like a ripping lightning,
Strikes you unaware.
Grey clouds turn sinister...
Darkness haunts the eyes...
The grains of time,
Slip away like a slithery fish.
The deafening thunder,
Brings a new birth.
It is the fateful beginning,
Of life after life.

All around there exists,
The damask of nothingness.
Nothingness- a tangible
Essence of this new world.
A winding path,
To see and discover,
And grasp the air,
Of that which no longer remains.
The clouds rise,
In spiral smoke,
Synecdoche of terror.
The beginning of another end.

There is nothing beyond
This endless odourless smoke.
But the lone traveller still fears
The lurking phantom.
For, it is unknown-The future of this new life.
An endless journey?
The road with another end?
It is the inevitable.
The definite goal of a thumping heart.
An utterly strange (in)experience.
It is the faceless knight named death.