Larkspur - WRVTH

Restless irritation

Shallow resuscitation

A sour taste sets on the tip of my tongue

Anger held deep within my lungs

Chapped and cracked skin

Weathered from the piercing wind

Hands withered and cold

Rough

Calloused

Too worn to hold

Lost in the dark endless forest of yesterday

Haunted by every hollow claim

Yearning to rest my bones

To find a place to call my home

Wandering in the pale moonlight

Longing for these wings to take flight

Running towards the forgiving dawn

To learn that everyone and everything is gone

Everyone and everything is gone