Bound in the Quest

The fog thickens through the inerts of the woodland

cries absorbed into the fabric of time,

sewn into the patchwork of forgotten yesterdays.

You walk, clutching your chest, breathing steam

the grass wets as exfoliating dirt pummels your bare feet

as you feel tear drops stain your cheeks.

Calls of nature remain hushed,

the only sound is your heart beating louder than thunder

Turning around seems so sweet a path

but the fog ahead draws you ever closer

offering you nothing but uncertainty.

With a sigh and anxiety flooding your heart

you trudge forward, disapparing into the unknown

For you are bound in the quest for happiness

the bitter taste of the past may linger with knowledge

but the hope for a better tomorrow fuels your soul

So you go with a heavy heart into a cloud of hope, despair and tomorrows.