The Unpath

7 0 0
  • Dedicated to Vlad Sebastian
                                    

Wandering ,

 No path for my footsteps,

neither for my mindsteps.

 Stuck in fog,

 Could not unzip my eyes,

 simply could not.

 Whether you talk in my minds, 

Whether they talk in front of me,

I am not fully conscious,

not breathing,

I'm gasping for a mouthful of reality. 

PoetryWhere stories live. Discover now