Concrete blocks the horizon.
Dark clouds ascend.
Shadows all around.
All sight is lost .
This thick obstruction, yet
limitless is the gaze.
Grey stares, watching while climbed, collapse!
Faces tell stories.
It won't be long now.
close to grips.
Upon realising the state of self-being, primitive reactions converge in perfect unison.
This long lost shelter
Deserted, its functions obsolete.
The travelling commences, horizon expands.
Dragging all trails towards itself by a
Velocity increasing, cornerstones embrace.
A foreign reality of complex entity.
A soul not
to define .
But this souls not lost when connections decline.
Prevalent thoughts of rejection.
Life can't be the way it
Struggle for perfection.
Moving onwards, but this pursuit is the cause .
Passing through the horizon.
broken, facing forward.
A breach formed within.
Focussed on what's more to come.
Drawn towards lands unknown.
gained intensely, from various perspectives, of whats done and left behind.