Left a-stray

Left a-stray, 

in his mortal heart

were regrets, words 

so far above

the mysteries under 

the blurry clouds. 

For once hidden,

not once, he never

sought the light, 

completely forgotten, 

in his land that was 

afar any sight. 

Blackness bestowed 

in his mortal heart

just to slowly rip apart

his empty desires,

just to shush them all away, 

just to be left a-stray. 

By 

SSB 

#Enjoy my writings

PS: 'a-stray' isn't exactly a word-