Corpse: Ashes to Ashes

Day of doubt,
Roaming in the forest
Totally lost
But found,

Veering in
A new direction,
One followed before,
But see no other option

Than looking back towards
The old ways,
As the new path
Appears faulty or blocked,

Or maybe
It never was,
Except in my delirious
Imaginings,

Desperately concocted
In the depths
Of a frantically
Seeking mind;

No regrets, however,
Except for
Could have been,
Should have been
But was withheld;

For what reason?
I see none
That makes any sense,
But perhaps that’s just
The nature of doubt.