Nothing's right, but damned if I surrender - ever.

Some Other Day

The air abrades my skin,
As though the shards of my shattered dreams have replaced the customary molecules and particles.
My throat feels old and parched, but still I rattle off my prayers –
I’ve prayed so long and so hard that I know no one’s listening.
I glance over my shoulder at my only true companion.
Robed and hooded, it looks at me,
A gaze devoid of compassion and humanity that
Nonetheless looks like every mortal vision.
I give but a courteous nod, for
We’ve but a passing relationship,
Me stumbling along and he patiently stalking.
Looking straight ahead I call back,
‘I’ve so much farther still to go, must you haunt me
Like a courtier to my own shadow?’
As usual there’s no reply except the soft shuffle of his even gait.
Smug Bastard – we both know that someday, sometime, I’ll have to rest
And I’ll be his.
But that’s some other day. Some other time.