Alone I Am WaitingMature

Alone I am waiting

In the shadow of rustic mountains

In the cage of ghost towns


The wind blows ashes all around

They shimmer in the air

Glass fragments

Of moments passed


Sweat glistens on my brow

My hands are shaking

My lips tremble

Trying to form the words


Ink runs down my arms

Staining, tattooing 

Clinging to my fingertips

Where it now turns red

Painting my hands

The End

26 comments about this work Feed