I spoke into the void
and hoped it answered back.
But the trees have ears
and the webs have eyes.
The voice that echoed sang too sweet
so I poured bitterness into its veins
till it spoke of something closer to the truth.
When footsteps get too far
it calls again,
a baited hook,
line already tight.
But what they collect is soulless
so let them have it
while I answer eternity with more than a stutter.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 11:14 PM UTC
I spoke into the void
and hoped it answered back.
But the trees have ears
and the webs have eyes.
The voice that echoed sang too sweet
so I poured bitterness into its veins
till it spoke of something closer to the truth.
When footsteps get too far
it calls again,
a baited hook,
line already tight.
But what they collect is soulless
so let them have it
while I answer eternity with more than a stutter.