hollow

A mist in a morning

Obstructing a vision so clear

Grayness heightens

And everything in between.

Shadows walk and thread their path

Finding their homes, finding their souls

Retracing memories, through voices that lingers

Still all was asunder, none beyond reach.

The night turns dimmer

And the moon with the clouds

Impedes the radiance it yields

And nothing left for remembering.

Hence turn the tides

Washing up the sands

As they become a single entity

In the vastness of the seas

Still the soul was there

A vagabond in the world of the living

But a dead in the making

Left unrecognized, unknown.

And as the gust of air starts perching

The dreams that once were

To nothingness was driven, then vanished

All the hopes collide, with emptiness it died.