Staring down the barrel at [nothing]

If you were expecting some

triumph of colour, of decision

of the end of indecision

If you were expecting to see

guiding light

a sign not to

If you were expecting to feel

release

a sense of soon to be finality

You may be surprised I didn’t

I did find

dark shapes

shifting, swirl in the void deep trench deep miles down

I did find

Unspoken unseen enemies

could sense them moving deep in the water

felt the slight movement and temperature change

Saw but not saw them over the mountain

steps light then heavy

muffling my attempt to run

until I’m slower slower slow in treacle so slow

now I’m stuck

was that what they wanted?