I Told You So Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

In thickening darkness
through deafening haze
in utter silence; we walk.
In front of us, the moaning
cold beckons the nothingness
that is following each of us
it powerless; embedded
together within each
and every one of us
as a victim of all
individual circumstance.
Not formed of an indifferent
happenstance or fate or gaffe.
And we push forward and
onward towards what no
one truly knows; grim and
determined to understand
in our reasonings, so that
should one of us make it
to where it is we are going
that one, could say to whomever
minds that very last and holy gate…
"I told you so".