Wednesday, 7 July 2010

island path

Numbed slowly to death
this fog too thick
to see through.
Unable to discover myself
as I cant explore
what is here.
Patience worn thin
stomping a heavy path
already, I know where its heading
towards the sharp rocks
Your full beam smile
in this fog doesnt work
unheard gentle calls from you
to guide me.
Still I go in circling fumbled routes.
Scars embedded on my body
as I fight through sharp
overgrown paths.


Anonymous said...

I'll just keep calling till you can hear me then x

Vencora said...

i really like this. nice visual representations.