Silent nTraveler

A heart of isolation

SILENT TRAVELER

ENCASED IN AN ENDLESS WINTER, THE HOWLS

OF WOLVES AND COYOTES: THE CALLING OF THEIR

PACK; A MERCILESS SOUNDS SENDING SHIVERS

THAT RATTLES BONE, S CAUSING TEETH CHATTERING

ONLY HELD TOGETHER BY AN INDESCRIBABLE 

LONELINESS. FILLED WITH A LIFELESS NOISE.

THAT BINDS US, IMMOBILIZING, THEY ARE LISTENING;

THOSE GHOSTS OF FORGOTTEN AGE; ANTIQUATED

AND WATCHFUL, THEIR PRESENCE HUMS A DISTANT,

HOLLOW. WE TOO ARE STRANDED HERE:

OUR LAST KNOWN POSITION IS UNKNOWN.

WITH ICICLES HANGING FROM OUR NOSE

AND TOES, FROSTBITE GNAWING AT OUR

FLESH HANGING LIKE A BROKEN SCAFFOLD.

THE PAIN IS UNRELENTING AND YET IT LINGERS

UNJUSTIFIED, IT’S AN INFECTION WITHOUT CAUSE

A WOUND WITHOUT END:

AND SO THE CYCLE TURNS, A CRUEL BREAKING 

POINT TAUNTING THE SOLDIERS, DISMANTLING 

THE POET: A HAUNTING OF THE PHILOSOPHER.

SEEKERS YEARN FOR THIS UNIMAGINABLE PLACE.

THEIR OFFERING IS FIERCE SAVAGE: TWISTED

WIRES; THE AIR FROZEN A BITTER 95 DEGREES

FAHRENHEIT. THIS IS OUR VIOLENT HOUR,

WHERE LONGING BLEEDS ICICLE, AS WE MOURN

OUR FALLEN COMRADES.

THE EARTH YELLS BACK, WILL THIS S**T EVER

ENDS. 

YET HERE, IN THE HEART OF ISOLATION:

Loneliness slowly UNRAVELS US.

WE WAIT; FOR A THAW, A REPRIEVE:

ONLY TO GRIND TO AN ABRUPT HALT.

Author's Note

What does it mean to you to be alone

Reviews

[Neha agrawal]

This is brutally gorgeous. Every line hits like frostbite — sharp, slow, and aching. The imagery is relentless in the best way, dragging the reader into this bleak, frozen purgatory where loneliness isn’t just felt, it’s weaponized. “Our last known position is unknown” and “a wound without end” — those lines really stuck with me. There's something deeply human beneath the pain and survival — a poetic scream from the void. This isn’t just a winter of weather, it’s a winter of the soul. Incredible work.