
The path is long and vacant,
Surrounded by crawling vines,
Littered with dry, broken trees.
There was a faint hum in the air,
A cold breeze filling the open space,
No end in sight.
The surrounding is impenetrable,
Slowly sifting through the way,
Little light to guide me forward.
Each step taken is launch backward,
Two steps taken to result in one step in the opposite direction,
The fait light is encouraging.
Focusing to keep footing,
Straight through all the foliage,
Keeping a high head,
Continuing to return to the rhythm of the forward motion.
About the Creator
C.Z. Munu
Writer and soon to be author. Currently working on a Fantasy novel and TV script. Reading books like it’s my job.



Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.