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I know not where the pathway lies.

Dark shadows overhead

Confuse the eye and chill the mind

And fill the soul with dread.

Though told of roads less traveled by

O'er-grown  in unworn state,

I cannot see beyond myself

Dark are my dreams of late.

With sadness, past omissions come,

The present stands with doubt.

With dread and fear the future nears,

Her unknowns sewn throughout.

I know not to where the pathway leads

Through despair's deep, wintry night.

I pray the end stands in my reach,

With hope and guiding light.