Void

Keep watch my friend…

The shadows grow long and angled 

We will travel as best we can here

In this place of dreams.

We breath in our fate from the lesser gods

Exhale our soul wrapped in butchers paper 

Making our way through the night as rain drops Falling down cascading over windshields 

              No direction in mind

Just out into the void of night

Reviews

[Hebe]

wonderful piece.... I felt I was there travelling through the night!

[Neal S]

That's great! I'm very glad you liked it.

[Gaia Octavia]

My soul longs to be a drifter but life had other plans; I really identify with the fabric (the feel) of this piece. The imagery is wonderful throughout and the "We breath in our fate from the lesser gods/Exhale our soul wrapped in butchers paper" lines tie the reader into the piece so that it feels like a piece of them. GREAT imagery. Well done!

[Neal S]

Thank you so much!

[None]

...brilliant! Love the surprise ending!!!

[Neal S]

Thank you so much. Glad you enjoyed it.

[. serah .]

~ very intriguing imagery (throughout) which, for me, is poignant and insightful... and somehow the quintessential drifter in me can relate to the idea of wandering with "no direction in mind"...

[Neal S]

The best part is never knowing what you may find. Thanks

[. serah .]

~ yeah, absolutely... ~ you're welcome...

[Papaya]

That image of the soul wrapped in butchers paper is pretty powerful.
Good poem. Loved it.

[Neal S]

Thank you so much.

[Papaya]

You're welcome.