From here the trees look black
Mourning the loss of time
Chasms in a sky of slurry grey
Relatable and untouchable
There's no pulse
Forsaken and lost to the cares of others
Sentries of a land doused in fog
Immune to the forces of nature
It's not a deafening silence
It's that sound left here
Fearing it too may suffer this fate
Hopelessness
Complacency prevails the spirit
No sense to be found in searching
Only more of the same beyond
A world void of light
This forest in my head
I walked too far
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 8:54 PM UTC
From here the trees look black
Mourning the loss of time
Chasms in a sky of slurry grey
Relatable and untouchable
There's no pulse
Forsaken and lost to the cares of others
Sentries of a land doused in fog
Immune to the forces of nature
It's not a deafening silence
It's that sound left here
Fearing it too may suffer this fate
Hopelessness
Complacency prevails the spirit
No sense to be found in searching
Only more of the same beyond
A world void of light
This forest in my head
I walked too far