Further and Farther, farther and furthermore,
My footsteps sounding against the hollow trees of hoar.
My head lolls down, my neck craning to the side.
Though keeping its gaze forward, the pain never subsides.
My hands ache awkwardly, though I make no signs of pain,
For I know that this feeling must only be in the brain.
My neck remains awkward, my legs barely straight,
Either way I march forward, not risking to wait.
My dirtied jacket wrinkles, though not much time has passed,
I continue through this wooded place, large and widely vast.
Though I can't speak a peep, my mind runs around.
Thoughts and ideas, phrases remaining unbound.
I stop a sudden moment as thunder rings through the sky,
Feeling my face for rain drops as the sky cries.
I pull a pale hand back, but instead of the clear flood,
A familiar paint of red drips on my hand. blood.
Along with the crimson, dirt and dust dirties my skin,
And I look up to the sky, remembering my sin.
My coat and face remains dry, dirt and blood never to wash away.
As I continue on this journey, forever on until the he becomes a they.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Quiet Us
Misterio / SuspensoA list of lines that line with lists of clues to find to solve the gist. This is a story I wrote, made out of poems. The story itself is truly a mystery, and I ask you to go along with the main character as you discover his backstory, the adventure...
