Midnight Quills

What have I become?
How did I get this way?
What is it that I’ve done,
To bring me to this place?

Looking back upon my life
And choices that I’ve made,
I’ve come out of the night,
But still rest in the shade.

I wonder, with what I have done,
If light might shine again,
And maybe, I walk in the sun
Until life’s journey’s end.

Perhaps I can walk in the light,
And yet I am afraid,
For I have lived so long with night-
Is the choice already made.

Do angels guide, or did they fall,
Away, upon the track?
No longer answ’ring when I call,
They’ll find their own way back.

And now, I blaze my own trail,
Across this barren life,
Ignoring trains on the conformist rail,
To choose my own hell’s strife.