And all my dreams, torn asunder

destiny

What will history
make of me
When I have passed on?
I am such a small man
with a small life,
and my impact on those
around me is virtually
nonexistent. . .
Still I hope
somewhere there will be
a line or two written
with my name,
hopefully not to unkind.
I have waited for destiny
to find me, all my life.
Maybe I should have gone
looking for it.

dawn

Honour binds,
and dark thoughts
will pass.
Dawn breaks,
ghosts retreat,
and the truth
will find light.

solitude

I am driven
to solitude
so much so,
that I
long to escape
even my own thoughts,
and leave behind
all that is,
and all that was,
for a future
void of human touch. . .
I can not run
from my own mind,
hard as I try.