Marcus Zahner VI - The walk on a ragged path

My walk on the ragged path
was more difficult than ever
Like a stone tied to my legs,
making the pain even more severe

I looked at the skies,
but they looked pale and white.
Like the look on face of hermit,
Frightened by human sight

So, I looked around -
but the land was barren
Like some thief had stolen mother earth,
from a farmer forsaken.

But I stood still and looked ahead,
looking for some promise,
but little did I know,
I was staring straight into an abyss.

And now it feels like I have been walking in a desert;
Looking frantically for water and food.
But alas barring the oasis in summer,
life had not been kind enough.

And every time, I faced a detour -
Something which could offer me a new path to life –
Better than this living hell –
I choose to procrastinate and wallow in pain.
I was not proactive.
Forget being proactive –
I was not even reactive.
I had made possibly all the mistakes that one could ever have.
I had taken a wrong decision at every step.

I hoped to reach the world of utopia.
But it turned out to be an illusion and time defied everything –
I was not good enough.
And the whole plan was falling.

- Marcus Zahner