Your thought wonders through the arches and dark sidewalks of my mind, it moves from place to place on these stone cobbled roads under a star lit night sky trying to find what’s right in this life.
Lone it is, unattended, as is a bearer of a contagious disease is avoided, watched and isolated – it floats in a deathly glide to and from corners of this place – oblivious and uninterrupted and without sound, like a reaper of abbadon.
it never lifts its eyes, nor its head as it passes, so secretly – dark and sad. I sometimes hear it, as it softly whines in gentle agony.
And when the day becomes cold, and the light runs away, it is left behind in the dark, behind walls, in corners – aware of its own self destruction – it dies effortlessly.
your thought plagues my mind with unknown, undefined and undecided – my presence of mind becomes undefined.
But how I miss and mourn your thought each day, as each day it fades further and further within and into the dark undefined corridors of my mind.