I move through shadows, bearing a weight A silent force that bends their fate Not by will, nor by design Yet those beside me bear the fine…

A friend stood strong and true Seeking solace searching for a clue But when I fade and drift away They are left alone with thoughts astray I tell them softly, "It's not you, it's me" Yet worry lingers, never free…

A team I mentored set their hearts high Building their dreams & reaching for the sky But in the final round they fell — A hidden force rang their knell. An elder watched, his judgment cold Why just them? The truth untold. Did my presence tip the scale? Why must my path leave this trail?

A seeker spoke with words unsure, Hoping guidance would bring him a cure. Each day he tried, each day he grew Yet silence met the steps he knew. The mentor turned and refused to see, A promise lost — was it 'cause of me? He walked the path he swore to guide Yet casted out the seeker aside…

A pattern weaves through all I see A thread of fate that follows me Is it my name, my path or my way? That turns bright skies to shades of grey? Or is it simply meant to be The curse of those who walk with me?

~Mr. K