Tomb (2019) – Edited

In search of your name, I trod forth into the dense wood whose grown suffocatingly immense, unimpeded by time or catastrophe. Between the rippled trunks of darken oak, covered from the starless night by a shifting canopy swaying with the wind, I have become lost amongst the uniformed crowd of twisted columns. Within the coverage darting shadows dance on my peripherals as each hazed figure looms larger. Caught in a race between glancing eyes and their concealment I fail to I can recognize their form. Each time I spin my head to catch them I turn hoping to see you stepping out from behind the impenetrable walls of which I seem to be lost within, carrying lantern’s light to this desolate area.

Doubt tails me nipping at my heels like a well-trained dog as I trudge on further. I choose not to turn around to answer his barks for he brings nothing but complications. He grows as I continue. He casts an undeniable shadow upon the path before me. I look beyond the tree line to a field of swaying grass. The outline of a figure stands alone draped in white. I hope to glimpse your face from the low slice of moonlight.

To hope though is futile, to leave you to chance would be an irreplaceable mistake, one made by a fool. Though I am such a fool lost within the intertwined vines of desire, powerless to its growth I have become placatid in its form.

I sprint to you for it is you I wish to share this night with, the knee-high grass sharp to the touch cuts thin lines into my bare legs, but what is there to feel if I can’t feel your calming touch. Heavy has my lungs become from years of inactivity. I feel no strain as your appearance has led me to float along the shimmered plains.

The moon rises to settle casting its silver light upon your figure illuminating my disillusion. It is not you who has come to greet me. Looking down I see only a barren grave dug. Chiseled out of the frozen earth the hollow tomb beneath answers my fate. Jumping down to greet its familiarity I lie below my worn tombstone. The soft feel of freshly removed dirt envelops my body as I stare up to the still distant heavens for tonight, I lie once again in the tomb of the hopeless romantic.