The path can't be travelled alone
It requires a companion
to get into the essence of it
Eyes unknowingly loiter for one
The pinned among the many…
We trek the wild ways
paving paths in pace with
the feelings of the interior
repelling the established roads…
One day, I found him dead
I felt a short of breath
Assumed he's breathing,
But burst into the realization
His body was frozen
I don't want to give it
to the scavenging vultures
so I buried him in the
area of my home
with many unnamed rooms.
His graveyard is my dear room
He left a note
which marked his fear to
abide paving the wild paths
Thoughts of sliding to the
established in the 'morrow…
I stood frozen in the room
with an inner push to endure
But the path can't be travelled alone…
It requires a companion with whom
my eyes unknowingly wander…
I stood frozen with a
brimming desire to endure…
Committed suicide
the choice left in front
of the brimming flow
leaving a blurred note.