Plodding through rotten grass

Desecrated land

Left us with the dream of the grave

A moonrise engulfed in black clouds

Only for the wind to smash our head to pieces

Failure to fully acknowledge we keep hanging onto the familiar

Anesthetizing our senses

Making it feel less unavoidable we mourn

The ghostly inertia born out of the fear of fear

How long until there's no tear left to shed

Until nostalgia is but a fading dream

Of the one who didn't dare living

Rising beyond time

Shattering the chattering

Persistently plodding through rotten grass

Submitted May 05, 2019 at 03:34PM by lighter_than_nothing http://bit.ly/2Vd3aWJ