Stress of the trigger finger
pressing upon the button
of the flashlight
shows the way,
reveals clarity
and existence.
In the realm of Dante’s woods,
no matter what light may be,
it’s ever dark.
There is only one path,
one option,
no other way around it.
Standing still in one spot
the path unravels out
toward destiny,
a predetermined fate.
Just have to keep walking
on that proper course—
there is no other choice.
Stress of the trigger finger
coated with heaviness residue
burdens the button
of the flashlight.
Darkness prevails.
