The Dark

I thought that I could see, but the path is dark.

I thought I knew the way, but I do not.

I found your hand and held it tight.

And I'll hold it, just as long as I can.

It helps me feel safe in the dark.

I have no torch, though for a long time I thought I did.

I thought I could see my way, but that seems now false.

Others say they can see, that they have their torch, earned their torch.

But now I suspect that their eyes are closed, it is their imagination that they see.

They imagine their way, and this is all they need.

I envy this.

But I know now; the path is not there.

It never was.

For all is dark.