Aimless

An arrow nock

Ready to fire

Before the bow is knocked

And its path is set on fire

Its direction is thrown astray

Like turning winds in a sail’s hands

Bow betraying its trust

And firing with reckless abandon

Before long it flies

Far from this burning mess

Launched into the deep end

Deep into a new abyss

Lost in the dark it yells

Yelling for help

For hope

For a path in the dark

Yet no answer calls to it

No target to hold it in hay bale arms

No air to guide its path

So further it flies

Dirt is its only path

A home of decay

Deep into the earth it strikes

Pushing forth to its new path