On the Path

This is a poem

On The Path

I live a life of solitude at such a high altitude
Looking at my compass to direct a path
I’ve developed an attitude lacking all gratitude
To stop a process that leads to aftermath
Do I have the fortitude to deal with such magnitude

Or am I stuck on a looping track
Unable to fight my way back

The higher I rise the more it feels like demise
Looking down to the ground I can feel the wrath
Through all my tries it still feels unwise
It’s complex in a sense yet I can do the math
With all I despise from being chastised is there still time to revise

Is it not a failure to backtrack
Even just to pick up slack

The emotions I feel have started to peel
Debris begins to flee I need a righteous bath
To remove what I can’t conceal this is my last appeal
To stop the snickers the stares, labeled sociopath
It’s so surreal - I’m merely a cog in this wheel
-BM