The Fog had danced dense-
Making it eerily silent on the way.
The familiarity had severely dipped,
All that had hovered was the wind that was cold.
The trees had stood inaudibly compacted:
As if praying fixated for a Sun.
I had sat incredibly tacit-
In a desperate attempt to create One.
Tears had laid frozen in my eyes,
Wanting me to hold those back..
Urging me not to split anymore:
Instead resolving to give it all back.
Shivers had gripped me
As I collapsed like a log.
Thousand times breaking me-
Like a chisel on the block.
My heart now blazingly glows-
In the fire- my mind has raised.
All I need is some prayer;
An Ambition to Ramble un-fazed.