FADED

My poems must have no descriptions for it is up to the reader to try his interpretations.

What once was is no more
Yet I am lonely with this sight
Unity held is now worn
The other blinded by darkness of night

I feel not hollow
I feel not gushing droplets of emotions
A drift that can't be followed
Floating over parallel oceans

The path our heroine rides has purpose
It's opposite is disasterous
A courteous feat, to warn of this
If not for a winter of hush

Gleeful to escape this boundless suction of souls
I care not to turn round
I care not for the holes
I care not to be found