sudden Oblivion 

Those soft whispers in the wintry air

the rustle of those long forgotten foot steps.

Cloaked branches hanging from above,

the gloomy mist surrounding the house


A keen cry of the visitor,

a bat.

In the distance,

a gentle light.



The smoke fogs the mind

the memories that bind.

An unsung tune,

a fight to float


An incomplete thought

an aimless withdrawal.

The cold hug of a dark stranger,

those hands familiar


A frozen alert.

finally, a soulful call

Rise of the spirit,

into the unknown realms


Travels forged

the call for sacred healing.

A strange silence,

that speaks.




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