Mist
Under a desolate sky, Following the laid out ways, He skimmed the dust in search of a mystery. Semblances everywhere; painful scene. Solvent thoughts crossed his mind. He learned to know his only traveling companion, The one who went with him until midnight. Disappointed, he left these ways, He took the most unpopular paths, Climbed the highest mountains, Descended the deepest pits. Tired of searching the absolute, The hermit came to a standstill. He looked behind him And saw that everything was so distant. Become a ghost in the universe, The face streaming with tears, He held his breath And waited patiently for death.
Submitted by The Void — Jun 22, 2026
Fragments of k. Encrusted words In the thick bark. Throbbing ancient wall Forced to produce. A second nature Womb of truthfulness. Defying the old tree
Submitted by The Void — Jun 22, 2026