Art by 21D
I buried myself under mountains
hoping one day someone would find me.
But all I found
was darkness in these caves.
And all the world was lost.
And all of what I was as well.
Until I became the rock of the mountain.
Carved into stone steps,
for people to use until they've found
what they were looking for.
And now I watch them go
disappearing into the pink of setting suns.
About the Creator
Charlie Nihil
Aspiring novelist. Writer of realist dystopian fiction. Trying to capture our existential reality and all the beauty surrounding it. Also write a lot of casual free verse poems.
@ContemporaryCharlie
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