A frozen grasp runs down my throat,
And into my heart, clutching it, hindering
The procession, an inkling of what lies ahead,
The dense silence that echoes in a swarm,
Cannot perturb my anxious forage
Through the towering darkness, haunting
Every step further into desperation,
Short strides against the grain, into the growl
That enters, from the darkest depths,
Time speeding to its end, a rolling mist slinking
Into my sight, as I become the missing one,
Photo wrapped onto posts, I cling onto the trail
Vanishing beyond the lost, seeking out for me,
My light starts to fade, crippled in the dread,
Everything around me starts to blend together
And no longer do I have a path,
No longer do I need it,
An intense burning cold surfaces,
Am I still going into the abyss, floating
In the black hole, bringing me to reveal
What I’ve searched through this abandonment,
The sinking ground that has consumed so many,
But I’ve unearthed it, only to be buried,
Slowly lowering, closing ends to the Everlast
And concluding with contentment, the trail
Has claimed its loneliest victim.
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