"The Cold Traveller"
I walk wherever Aeolus urge me to
Allow his nudging zephyr to guide me in this unfated oddyssey
I mindlessly trudge the path towards the uncanny
Contemplating thoughtlessly above the moonlight illuminating-
Its light ubiquitous in this uncertain nocturnal journey
Spilling freely and wantonly in front of my languid eyes
I walk past the thick masses of trees abreast
Their shadows looming formidably like mysterious beasts-
Wickedly evil and beckoning fear
But my mind, benumbed by lethargy, deem them unclear
Thus I walk unconsciously further
In the midst, the hissing sound of the leaves I can hear
They float adrift the air in a cyclonic dance
Buoyed frenziedly but my weary eyes took no chance
I never cease walking though my pace has not increased
I just keep on walking because that is what my mind willed me to do
I have succumbed to apathy and, in all things, I lost interest
Don't bother sympathize with me, a seemingly lost traveller
I will never notice- my being feel cold and dead
For the emotions that used to abound in me
Get lost somewhere in the haze of my journey
Written somewhere between 2009 and 2010, edited 2015
