In The End There is Only the End

The way through this morass
defines darkness,
stumbling and falling,
pushed by forces
even darker then the dark,
unseen, yet too present
to be dismissed.
Most of life is lived
as a solo journey yet we crave
someone by our side,
a small but meaningfully light,
tenacious and determined,
guiding our stillness until
diminished by the dark.
In the end there is
only the end,
but I get to decide about that.