Fränz Müller

Chasm

The gulf between

the man that I am

and the man that I should be

has an immeasurable span,

a treacherous, turbulent divide!

The right way seems

scribbled on a faded map

where the deep dragons dream

and the sea pours over the edge

into an airless eternity.

The wrong way seems

the well-worn path

through familiar meadows

shaded by trees

ready to hang me

from their gnarled branches!

My compass is broken

the glass, cracked

the needle, a weapon

that can protect or slay;

I seek answers, and comfort

and a guide to light my way!