A Brief Glimpse

"A Brief Glimpse"

The long hours of the night

drape over me 

like a large wool blanket 

laying heavy 

on my shoulders

pulling my frame 

toward the floor

hunching over

as my head aches downward,

An unspoken melancholy 

hangs within my eyes,

Some say 

I can see the future

and others believe me to be cursed,

   warning to never venture 

      near me

or else one can find 

      their life 

being forever tainted

with 

ill content and suffering,

I cannot see the future 

for the gleam in my eyes

are of past sorrows 

   and can only see 

   the mistakes that have 

passed 

   from this moment to the next

riding on the grains 

of sand in the hour glass,

For I cannot even see the grains 

before the decision 

and yet 

some say 

I carry their fate

within the wools of my shroud 

that forever lays heavy 

over my shoulders;

      but no fate exists 

that hasn't already been made,

I can only look upon those 

that have passed 

and only show what was,

I hold no power or intention, 

I am and therefore you are,

Yet Perhaps there is no future 

and peering into the past is the only future we have,

   confusing deeds done 

   for deeds that will be,

Then perhaps, 

it may be that 

   I can indeed 

   see the future

      and those tales told 

   do hold some truth

to them.

-Armando Torres