Seeking reassurance: A poem 

I walk the alleys of oblivion of the night alone 

Feel the cores of my soul constructed in stone 

The mountain path is curved ahead and below 

But there are invisible peers wherever I go 

That I should seek the horizon of destiny’s gods 

And account restlessly of my tallies of evens and odds 

Two steps in an onward direction and one step back 

The writing of my progress in blood and sweat’s lampblack 

The plughole is blocked so determination doesn’t drain 

There is no sorrow when the answers come from pain 

There is an oblique honest justification for inspiration 

That courage and strength be the character of oblation 

I say to my God, I am proud to be his fall guy and his ward 

The echo of His reassurance is His silent reoccurring nod 

through His minion spirits that are never slow on good advice 

that my willingness for sacrifice is a well-received price