We Walk Alone
written by: Lucy
Blue fog, derived from the morning,
Dancing alone in an orchard with the breeze,
In a world torn with a hunt—a slow death for us all,
Then don’t let us go then.
We walk alone into the arterial landscape,
Growing colder and older,
Split into freedom, around us were roads
Hungered and torn to the shaking of whorls
Between fallen sick bones and grazed water,
Our whispers sleepy, our hands drawn
To the lonely streak of an infant mist
Like the blood world of waves,
The chisel of a shadow bygone,
You’ll never see it again.
Lucy
A writer who indulges into the Gothic genres within poetry, exploring the darker aspects of life, along with seeking a hope in the middle. My poetry typically centers around these themes, mainly inspired by 19th century and 20th century writers.
Latest posts by Lucy (see all)
- Lay Under This Rock - June 12, 2020
- We Walk Alone - April 21, 2020
- Throughout Our Dark Minds - March 10, 2020
