Traveling Without a Map

I slipped past the point of sadness, into the depths of rage. I turned the corner towards resentment and found my lonely cage. Locked the door on desperation and threw away the key, but burrowed into darkness, where dread did wait for me. Nestled up with disappointment and fell asleep with fear. I woke to sounds of weakness, with disaster lurking near. I’ve been searching for directions to hope, courage, or love, but all the signs are hidden by gloomy clouds above. So now I sit in darkness, with silence all around. Maybe I’ll just wait here. Maybe I’ll be found. The Poet's Ache Submission Sponsored by Greg Barden