Bella Donna Poem by Barry Middleton

behind me is a darkened path
ahead a mystery
the sun upon the garden walk
is all that I can see

the past can never light my way
to places far from view
what is concealed around the bend
I only wish I knew

I fear an emptiness may come
more lonely than the dark
where vacant riddles yet abide
to quench a final spark

the only consolation is
beyond that lifeless glow
I sleep forever blind to fear
where deadly nightshades grow