A flat blue surface,
Waves swing the boat.
On the boat, sitting alone,
Wanderer gets all soaked.
His conveyance hits the shore,
Cold grains under the feet.
A kiss of the gentle breeze,
Happy him, ties the cleat.
The sand of a few steps,
Headed to the dark woods.
He froze and looked back,
He lost all his goods.
Trailed to the whispering leaves,
Horrified and compelled.
Birds chirping and a distant howl,
He takes out his three-inch blade.
Shivering hands, trembling knife,
He sees a surface shine.
Broken moon in the pond,
A break would be fine.
His thin legs march again,
The broken moon joined together.
A flickering yellow lamp,
He found himself a shelter.
His legs made it, the hope survived,
Didn't bring any crates or a wife.
He was empty-handed in the last,
The wanderer only had his life.
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 4:08 PM UTC
A flat blue surface,
Waves swing the boat.
On the boat, sitting alone,
Wanderer gets all soaked.
His conveyance hits the shore,
Cold grains under the feet.
A kiss of the gentle breeze,
Happy him, ties the cleat.
The sand of a few steps,
Headed to the dark woods.
He froze and looked back,
He lost all his goods.
Trailed to the whispering leaves,
Horrified and compelled.
Birds chirping and a distant howl,
He takes out his three-inch blade.
Shivering hands, trembling knife,
He sees a surface shine.
Broken moon in the pond,
A break would be fine.
His thin legs march again,
The broken moon joined together.
A flickering yellow lamp,
He found himself a shelter.
His legs made it, the hope survived,
Didn't bring any crates or a wife.
He was empty-handed in the last,
The wanderer only had his life.
