Tread

I tread upon a darkened path:

Confusion’s shade and fog of wrath

Cloud so the way, my eyes do fail

To ascertain the narrow trail.

Tread follows tread as on I go,

Through brambles sharp along the road;

And voices soft but threat’ning speak

To call aside my weary feet.

But press I on, through murky way. 

I must soon see the light of day;

For darkness lingers but a time

‘Ere it dispels in gold sun’s shine.