At The Middle Of The Road Poem by Tony Adah

I am in the middle
Of my journey, confounded
The way behind is long
And that infront
I am not certain of its length

Behind me
I can see a helpless cradle
That held my fragile body
A casket or a grave
That will bear my useless carcass
Is the frightful sight of
What I see infront of me.
The road traverses canyon tops
That wayfarers sway, totter and fall
And the world weeps to no avail.

The road may walk me through
Meadows with lush verges
But the thief will not continue
To prowl the night
Because the moon
Is full and up the sky.