Travails of a Lad

These umpteen times I sought for answers, These many days I searched for a respite for my unwavering troubles, Clouded was my journey, Foggy was my pursuit, I ascended the ladder to the Divine, More were my assailants, Was I born this way? Was I crafted for this? My questions, My inquires, None has answers to, Somewhere inside the mystery, I still look at the bright side, I still keep hope alive, For where light lives, As narrow as can be, The dying is hopeful, Glory to the wick, That harbingers new dawn.