Hallow-Bound Soul

In the midst of crumbling down

Like a stone far beyond its years

Lie hallow-bound souls

Awaiting a sun that never sets sail

 

They walk off into the darkness

Dividing each owns path

Looking for the right direction

The clearing past dissolute wood

 

Some will lose their bearing

And teeter-tock in circles

Others grasp what lay beyond

Though tightening empty fists

 

What remains sets foot on ample grass

Lush with tender green

But what lay just past is eerie

Foreboding of what once was

 

The woods are never ending

Only surrounding patches of light

A small bed of viridian grass

Beyond every aching wood