Are there any reasons

Are there any reasons

For this harsh continuance

No excuses stand

Scrutiny from the doubting

Overcome objections

From the whispers

Darkness has a way of

Losing all focus

Sharply drawn distinctions

Melting into a void

Colours bleeding away

Swallowed by restriction

Affirmation is less positive

Confirmation biased toward

A Devilish intervention

With every flutter

Of the curtain

Certainty is slowly drawn

Further from the truth

Of this existence

Only the shadows

Seem to know

What lies waiting

For me

Should I fall

Love always has an answer

Is the story often told

Around nomadic campfires

On hostile plains at midnight

To ward off the lures of ancients

When shadows were a curse

Of nature

Waiting to devour

The naked soul

What furthers this meaning

Now in these softer

More accomplished

Milder climes

As night rolls well

Into morning

And still the diffidence

Of a lifelong

Pursuit of purpose lingers on