National Poetry Writing Month: Day Two, "The Eternal Wanderer"

Todays poem is a little more sombre in nature, but I hope you enjoy it.


Day Two:

The Eternal Wanderer

Crushing is the chill of hollow cold,
Bearing all around.
Like a blanket of blackness it sways,
Shrilly seeping into the corners of my gaze.

 

I am alone; alone in the entirety of the universe,
Not another soul to break the unyielding silence.
It was terrifying at first,
But the candle of my fear has long since flickered away.

There are no walls,
No edges to this dream.
I merely drift and float,
Like a dying leaf in a light autumn breeze.

 

Illuminating the dull void are stars,
Celestial and graceful in the dark.
I long to feel their warming radiance,
Though they stay ever out of my grasp.

 

It is maddening; the waiting,
The drifting, the chill.
Will I ever find peace when,
It is with nature I am at war?

 

I might live evermore,
And see phenomenal sights.
But I tire of this journey,
The soulless silence of solitude.

 

Yearning to rest grows within,
A desire to find a place to hold.
I regret the day I made the pact,
To become the Eternal Wanderer.