Poem: Wither

[rakkit]

Deep, before
an auburn etched sky—
Illuminate the plight of a withered home.


It beckons, tendrils arching.
Reaching in embrace—too warm to raze.


The earth, too cold to freeze.
Seek the higher lands,
a place to elevate, to understand.
To See.


Swirl, sweeping, seeking
Creaks within that troubled gale—I run.
Blinding, the leaping shadows
and shining on me.
I remain on the path while everything behind is left to wither.


Seeking guidance or echo this grief…
nothing but branches and incandescence.
Scratching at sight.


Step ahead, walk past God’s Whispers.
Revel in those trivial meadows.
while the path before me withers.


Tally…I’ve tallied too long.
Strayed and stumbled.
Now lost to wither.


Aggravation, something within
and beyond simple comprehension.
I hear the warmth of evil words…


As I am left to watch it all be torn asunder.