Poetry of the Anonymous

III - Journey to Death

Lives like: waves rolling –

To, and fro,

Through the – motions.

Eclipsing. our past:

All the moments,

All the places we passed –

On our journey: to a land,

We wished. never to see.

Never to go. too near –

Yet, controlled. by fear:

We:hide: in the cell of our soul.

Trapped in the motions – a lover's touch.

A breath. Caught. in the air –

Filled with, dreams of, a false reality

Fading ... slipping through: our fingertips.

Running. in the wind –

Trying: to be free –

Trying: to love a lost cause.

Praying: to the fountains of ... old

Wishing: for a time, gone by.

Flooded. with emotions:

Wishing for the motives of the masses

Yet. ever manipulated by matriculations –