She sat, just like that,
she sat in the middle of the land where
she supposed to find a path.
She just got tired to walk after a
long, long, lonely journey.
Her muses were gone and her words had run dry.
A cold desert was now her world.
Nights are longer now
that her eyes can not find her star in sky.
One by one they were gone.
Sat there as if waiting for something,
she stares at a pack of forsaken heirlooms
inherited by the one that as ashes,
now lied into a clay urn in a seal chest
in a dilapidated gravier somewhere away.
Im not gonna pretend I understand this. I got the first verse but the second confused me a bit
ReplyDeleteshe has lost what inspired her, little by litte it was lost and she´s left in a cold place, empty like a desert and no light to keep on going, her star or any star.
Deleteand the last one, well, she is aware that things are lost, things that were important, and even then there´s no closure.