Map of Doubt.
Tired in the bones of life,
every breath a sigh released,
the traveller journeys on,
no step, a stride decreased.
Mired in the wet sand,
footfall etched in memory,
only recollection’s path,
marks his lost trajectory.
Waymarks of a shadowed fate,
conspired against an open route,
a weary compass held, required,
to heed his map of doubt.
But though navigation end adjourned,
and passage studied slow,
this noble traveller, remains content
to tread the earth below.