Kari Rueslatten Dead
The emptiness approaches
winding down the path
knows the direction
it has been here before
I can feel it lay down to slumber
This time it will stay a while
Not even a straw of hope is spared
for me to cling to
I have searched
through endless nights
with the bare moon
as my guiding light
to find someone
of my own kind
Am I doomed to walk my path in solitude
My blood freezes
red turns to black
this is dead
this is me
In earth
I find quietness
which I so long hath seeked
