Buried
Deep in veiled graveyard,
Shrouded in forgotten cries,
My thoughts whither,
Gasp for final breath
Under indifferent skies
And apathetic eyes.
My whispered secrets
Coil and writhe,
Wilting in shallow ears,
Here hiding
In shadows.
My thoughts,
My words
Find untimely demise.
Remnants forever entombed
In this chilling shrine.
This twisted turf
Built on mangled myths,
Metaphors,
Once golden
Stumble and falter
To brittle rust.
Fallen leaves litter
This desolate ground
Their vibrant hues bled out,
Drained dry to a haunting grayscale
In this lifeless expanse.
Dreams decompose into dust.
Air hangs heavy
With a suffocating stench of death.
Here, hiding amidst decay
Clings a crumbling remnant of hope
Bound between blurs of reality and nightmare.
The mourning wind howls,
Weaving through midnight trails,
Wailing a lonely lament
That echoes,
Echoes,
Echoes hollow beneath
The pale moon gaze.
Echoes linger, linger
Through cracks and crevices
Of weathered stone,
Choking embers of creativity.
Yet
Cruel hope still
Lingers,
Lingers.
Fragments scattered
To corners and crevices
Of these crumbling walls.