🔵 By Christopher Rowland. Photo by lauragrafie.
As the setting sun heralds the coming of night, so I sat in despair, agony, and fright. On this tragic day I lost my liberty, I look back, I see the road of Wrong so clearly now. How is it I was so blind, mind so numb, heart so broken, that I lost my way, the upright way of my ancestry.
As the day darkens, I look for the moon and stars for solace, I find them not. Seeing only folly after folly, as my heart and mind reminds me my loss of the precious way of integrity, the way of my ancestry.
I see no light ahead, I fear, for the price I now will pay is terrible I dread. So much awful loss from one folly, the folly of LSD. And wicked people I thought only strange. In foolish youth I did partake.
As I see over and over, each moment a step toward venomous fate. Simply because I wore that fate, as a shirt, the shirt of a fool, who forgot his way, the way of his ancestry.
Of a sudden, near sundered of hope, behold a bright full moon and wonderful stars appear, as the dark clouds move away. I hear a noble voice from the wonderful beyond, “Be of stout heart my son, for I am always near. The road you now will walk is terrible and cruel, yet as you walk you will find yourself. You will do many good deeds and stand redeemed at the end of your road.”
“We will be awaiting. We will be watching each day as you re-find the way of integrity. The way of we who love you, your ancestry.”