Signposts and Cliffs
Regina Puckett
Some days I’m hard pressed to see hope or joy
I run tirelessly toward a goal only to discover it’s a decoy
Trusted signposts and markers have only led to the edge of a cliff
The things I once thought were solid are filled with cracks and a rift
Can anything be trusted or is it all just a ruthless, cruel sham
Where the lambs are led to the slaughter and no one really gives a damn