Wasted Away

The feathers fall on weathered tombstones.

All the candles are dripping bright orange wax,

And the lights are calling me home.

Shapeless branches cover me like a blanket.

I hide from the moonlight yet another night,

Seeking out shadow to thank it.

Leaves get tangled in my hair with spiderwebs.

There is not a single soul around in these trees.

I give up my common sense.

Tranquil whispers shuffle in the distance

As I waste myself away hour after long hour,

Searching for a sinless existence.

-JW