Landscape

[gilded_kage]

Hell is the abyss
the mouth of loneliness
where the wind pulls at my hair
so it flies across my face
the trees shake endlessly
but every leaf still holds
because there are no seasons here
all is static and the same forever
always my skin is cold
and always my heart contracting
there is no sound
but the sound of the leaves and the wind.

Comments

[kaitesquill]

me thinks the poetess has entered her "bitter longing" phase, also known as the blue period.

[gilded_kage]

Yeah. Longing R Us.