gray

I am treading the darkness,
lost in grayness,
past, present, the path enciphered.

I am alone with atrocious
demons of  righteous,
soul, mind,  senses maneuvered.

I grope for the aimless,
gloomy, murky egress
that has been, long ago, interred.

For dark | side | thursday 

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Choose Your Adventure.”
“Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion.”