Barren Wilderness

FTF Tree

Through the undressed trees, the wind howls
a wild shriek of fury spent, but never quashed
A thin voice wavers, yet still it’s heard…
There’s nothing to be done, for I am lost

A wild shriek of fury spent, but never quashed
despite the vanquished, despite the insurgence
of boldness, the resolve towards supremacy

A thin voice wavers, yet still it’s heard
Above the roar that stains the dark lit sky
A noise in vain, the resonance of defiance

There’s nothing to be done, for I am lost
my will long spent amid the damage
my withered bones to lay forgotten


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Periphery

Eclipse shadow

At the edge of somewhere,

touching a golden sky, tinged

with cold, crimson teardrops

of a thousand misplaced souls.

Where a shrill, howling storm

echoes in your jumbled thoughts

and your toes grip the cliff’s rim

before you let go, and cascade

downward; falling, ever falling

into a waiting, unknown abyss.



© All Rights Reserved A. F. Stewart