Silently, I wander in the dark
Even quieter – my heart is hushed.
Rivers of repose float by
transient as fireflies abroad.
Distant glow of darkness in the woods
fills my mind with icy cubes that rattle.
Murmuring along my tripping veins
I can hear all
that needs to go.
YOU ARE READING
Devastation of the Soul
PuisiA poetry book about he devastated souls. It is created for the darkest shortest month, during a poem-a-day creative challenge in February 2014.
