The Leaves of Grass bend and curve, too unnoticeable, as I tread on
Ironic as I too am one among the inconspicuous travelling hearts
Homesick for a nonexistent home, luring me, gnawing on, the insatiable emptiness of this abyss
I can feel the cold reach my spine, a numerous dark dystopic malignant thoughts are born
Your absence scares me the most as I try to choose among the paths
Insufferable endings, unfathomable innumerable starts
I await, walking on this moonless night, of death’s sweet sweet kiss
For all feelings, aspirations, expectations, epiphanies are already long dead
I buried them as She buried her Sorrow
But of this visible superficial facade, I do not know.
I saved some of those thoughts
Wrapped the fragile carefully, stowed them in a box
‘tis a moonless night but the stars do glisten
I still am in wait, still try to listen
To the sound of the footsteps that may accompany me on this lonesome quest
But I think my ears are too accustomed to this eerie quiet
The heart that knows no rest
The soul that is utterly tired
I still keep that box with me as I rest under this tree for the night
Though you may never find me, says this deep dark fearful insight,
I hope I remember where I left it, before my memory fades forever
You find me before I turn to ice, burn away my fear of never.