Perhaps in the end

you have to wonder whether it was all worthwhile,

that perhaps somewhere the life you have

is not just the only one

you will ever see, but when the rewind

button is pressed by eternity’s clumsy fingers,

when it is paused by a calculating and obnoxious mind,

that the mistakes come flooding back

and the day slips into the crowded desire

to shoot the barking dog once and for all…

 

that sitting in the light is only a temporary respite,

that you believe in the end and the end

believes in you…

I have the scars to prove it.

 

You worry that you have run out of places to see,

of things to see and new voices

in your head to takes notes from…

 

Welcome, welcome to the darkness,

let Faustus shake your hand

and let the Demons roam

for they will outlive us all

and the circle of Hell

will be complete.

 

Ian D. Hall 2015