The Way - Poem

Led them down to it,
Led them all,
The deep dark cavern,
To the pool of desire.

Morbid fears of mortality,
Blending in equal measure,
Creases on the eyebrow,
Forlorn, the nature around.

Forest cowered in absolute glee,
Birds perched atop the roof,
Gods went meekly,
Lest they rise like the undead.

Laid to chants,
In a cage of faith,
Molten life of sacrifices,
Poured abound the grave.

It was time,
It was not,
Stuck in between,
He stood staring.

Staring at what will never come,
A dream clasped tightly in the hand of that child,
Twisted and turned frightfully,
Into the being that it now is.

Cast into eternity,
Waiting.

This poem was also published on whaleshares under the account of backpackingmonk. The photo on that post was captured by him and the poem from me - A type of collab work. Do check it out.

Photo by Mat Reding on Unsplash