Corners Turned

One more avenue closed for me, one more disappointment to stack with the rest.
Honed to a fine point, my sarcasm knows no bounds and I regret nothing.

One last corner to turn and I take it with trepidation, feeling my way along the jagged wall, the flesh of my hands pierced in places I feel in my darkened spirit.

I revel no longer, the lit circles are dimmed, and I stumble on to that last corner remaining as steady as I will.

The people are gone and the corner looms, the dread rises and my head swoons, give back the time stolen and the pieces broken, I will ask no more questions the answers remain the same.

The forces pull me onwards as I drag my feet to hang back, the corner comes much too soon and now I must decide, shall I walk the few final steps or be dragged under by the undertow of my lost friend.

This final corner is here and I turn it when I should have fled.