Ash-laden smoke rising
Fading embers sparkling amongst the wisps
Whispering memories burrowing into your chest
Cold wind whipping across your cheeks
Nose biting like an icicle
Staring into the dark trees topped by smoky skies
Grey is the feeling and the inherent knowing
It is sadness swaying to the tune of apathy
Which will I choose to carry?
The anguish of oppressive grief
Or the festering rot of ennui
If I try escaping
I only end up running in circles
An ouroboros of ravaging hunger
I chew off my own tail to keep from starving
Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 11:49 PM UTC
Ash-laden smoke rising
Fading embers sparkling amongst the wisps
Whispering memories burrowing into your chest
Cold wind whipping across your cheeks
Nose biting like an icicle
Staring into the dark trees topped by smoky skies
Grey is the feeling and the inherent knowing
It is sadness swaying to the tune of apathy
Which will I choose to carry?
The anguish of oppressive grief
Or the festering rot of ennui
If I try escaping
I only end up running in circles
An ouroboros of ravaging hunger
I chew off my own tail to keep from starving