As the dust settles on another meaningless experience
he wonders what is there to fight for, to dream of, to look forward to?
Just a life crumbling around him, whilst those he knows move forwards,
trapped in a nightmarish surreality of giving it everything, yet still achieving nothing.
Is failure an absolute, has the world decided that what he knows is all useless?
Who he is becomes less important with each passing moment,
wanting the courage and support, understanding he is unable to continue alone.
But everyone has gone. Some out of sight, beyond the beckoning horizon,
others inexorably distancing themselves.
Whereas he was the one who encouraged, nurtured, sacrificed,
that same help won’t flow both ways.
It frightens him.
Now it is just a question of what this dread will accomplish.
Steve B 07/08