Lost and Burnt

Lost and Burnt
Category: Writing and Poetry





when the evening air sucks in
forest bewail in the invisible rain

shadow stretching below my mind
wavering softly in a gentle wind

lost in the labyrinth within
lost in the mirage without

sanity that my very existence may devour
thoughts in which little memory may harbour
Behind me sears the trail trodden by no one


is it with them that my heart is stirred
is it with them that mt mind is scorched

incredible is the belief of their being
formidable, the proximity of the feeling
misery is the name of happiness or misfortune?

smeared by the blood of chaos
destruction is a sword that weeps
was the chaos a herald from abyss?
of the emptiness thence we leaps?



crushed into pieces, into dust
to veil my eyes from the darkest

to vail the eyes of the oblivion