Searching for the trail

A work in progress.

Searching for the trail, invisible to sight,

Just within my grasp, just out of reach,

Frustration welling up, blood tears stain,

That which I had never yet found.

The darkness creeps and crawls,

Covering all that I intend to see,

Mocking me with incoherency

And inconsistency.  

Forests of the dead and dying,

The fog swirling then lifting,

Through the vastness of this place.

A place that swallows the unwanted,

Unforgiving and capricious, a wasteland.