A Dream About The Day When I Finally Meet Myself Poem by Alistair Adkinson

I have been out lurking
these past few Autumn nights
in lonesome, cobwebbed corridors
in the shadows, out of sight

and I’ve been watching you

and I have seen you bumbling and stumbling
and losing your way down winding paths
and I have heard your whispered pleas
for something more than what you have

and I have heard you call her name
in anger and with fear
and I have watched you cast away
all the things you once held dear

and I have seen you on your knees
and shouting at the sky
looking like a derelict
to the people passing by

and I have watched you cry

Some day soon, I may invite you
to come and walk with me
and I will let you in
on all the things I see

and I’ll guide your hand
and understand
that you might fall along the way

And I’ll marvel at your beauty
when at last we see the light of day