Pilgrim

I am a man
as much as a man needs to be
more than the sum
of simple
pleasures
rapturous
cries

I am mystified by the drifting wisps
chilling mist of self
to speak with myself
and hear nothing in return
is more common than the dust
on these words

drunkenly untethered
let loose with the wildest
lifeless shadows
of light falling snow
starless days
starless nights
I am a poor enough pilgrim
shrouded in a cloud of doubt
walking this hopeless road
without a prayer

deciding to finally face myself
my idle amusements

I offer my eyes to the sun
in exchange for sight

jppestana november 22, 2016 ( in progress)