Lost

I'm lost again.
The map which seemed so clear;
The path so brazen;
Now sheathed in misapprehension and doubt.
Familiar themes re-emerging,
More fucking ghosts! This time the ghouls of cliche glide glibly by,
Smirking at my folly:
The aggrandizement of self-delusion!
Acrimony's stink belches from within;
A wisp of smoke all that remains,
As embers fade to dust.