hewn into stone …

strange
the ways of fate
the machinations of destiny

&

stranger still
the paths
of life

skipping
leaping

beating
like hearts
thud-thudding

dormant
unstirred

as time
murmurs past

solitary
alone

some times

brimming
with
fragile joy

some times

rendered
numb

some times
hewn

into
cold
stone

the wanderers smile …

sidestepping shrapnelled
shards of jagged life

cauterising
wounds
deeply veiled
fleeing from salivating strife

sewing a tattered soul
        fragmented
        mishmashed
       
        into
        a
        rainbow
        mosaic
            
        haphazard
            
a patchwork of forgotten lies spoken

a wellspring of
dreams broken

flung to the winds
cast away

the wanderer …

committing the crime

around
every bend

attemped rhyme
to inure time

mile
upon endless
mile

prepped
to bury pain

on cue
to mask loss

anaesthetised
sterilised

prepped
on cue

mile
after
mile

to paint on
the wanderers smile …