Deadlock Victim

Dirt Path

I walk down dirt path
Surrounded by twisted trees
Trees that reach to me
With twisted wooden claws
Casting shadows
Shadows that sway in the dusky breeze
That whistles through my hair
Insects death cries reach my ears
Bats glide through night sky
In search of food
I continue along lonely path
Dry earth under my feet
Dry air over my head
Dry thoughts in my mind
No end in sight
I continue....

posted by Chris @ 6:19 PM