04-04-2016, 01:15 AM
The ash settled on the road which only seemed to be made of more ash,
and your thick worn boots created clouds as you tread
Moving the world just as you had moved hers
Head straight,
eyes focused,
locked onto something you weren't even sure was there
You continued counting your steps, forgetting where you left off,
for it felt as though you had stopped counting years ago
And the clouds you created settled again,
unnoticed and ephemeral
Only to be made anew with each advance
The soles of your feet stamping the ground,
branding a mark that would eventually fade
That would go unseen by travelers to come
(if they ever did come)
but had still once been there all the same
Your shoulders slumped with fatigue
A mix of ash and sweat glistened on your face
The blue of your fierce eyes muddled by the oppressive grey
Your clouds marked your progress as you made your way to a destination unknown,
in a world unknown and newly destroyed
And your hand felt heavy as you pressed it to your cheek,
remembering the touch that was once your everything
And you whispered the name that had subconsciously become your creed
You swore and punched the ground, releasing a scream that might as well have never parted your lips
one that remained unheard, unanswered, and had forced you to stop,
something you nearly ever did, fearing the relief of a demanded rest
You resumed counting your steps
the only act that had kept you sane,
but this time you swore they were infinite and had lost your place
A routine forever etched into your soul,
a mindless procedure that took all your strength,
lost just like everything else that was consumed by the flames
You never looked back
physically demanding what you mentally could not
Because even as hard as you tried, her eyes were forever your favorite sight
and your dreams demanded to see them
Demanded to recreate your heaven, leaving you to only wake in hell
But you kept moving,
your thick, worn boots dragging on the ground,
parting the ash as Moses had parted the Red Sea
The blue of your pining eyes glazed with the seen of unshed tears
And you finally confessed what you had suppressed all that time
That just because you never locked back, doesn't mean you've never lost
and your thick worn boots created clouds as you tread
Moving the world just as you had moved hers
Head straight,
eyes focused,
locked onto something you weren't even sure was there
You continued counting your steps, forgetting where you left off,
for it felt as though you had stopped counting years ago
And the clouds you created settled again,
unnoticed and ephemeral
Only to be made anew with each advance
The soles of your feet stamping the ground,
branding a mark that would eventually fade
That would go unseen by travelers to come
(if they ever did come)
but had still once been there all the same
Your shoulders slumped with fatigue
A mix of ash and sweat glistened on your face
The blue of your fierce eyes muddled by the oppressive grey
Your clouds marked your progress as you made your way to a destination unknown,
in a world unknown and newly destroyed
And your hand felt heavy as you pressed it to your cheek,
remembering the touch that was once your everything
And you whispered the name that had subconsciously become your creed
You swore and punched the ground, releasing a scream that might as well have never parted your lips
one that remained unheard, unanswered, and had forced you to stop,
something you nearly ever did, fearing the relief of a demanded rest
You resumed counting your steps
the only act that had kept you sane,
but this time you swore they were infinite and had lost your place
A routine forever etched into your soul,
a mindless procedure that took all your strength,
lost just like everything else that was consumed by the flames
You never looked back
physically demanding what you mentally could not
Because even as hard as you tried, her eyes were forever your favorite sight
and your dreams demanded to see them
Demanded to recreate your heaven, leaving you to only wake in hell
But you kept moving,
your thick, worn boots dragging on the ground,
parting the ash as Moses had parted the Red Sea
The blue of your pining eyes glazed with the seen of unshed tears
And you finally confessed what you had suppressed all that time
That just because you never locked back, doesn't mean you've never lost