• khushichoudhary 36w

    These footsteps could lead
    You astray, they said.
    Yet, here I am.
    Staring at this tombstone.
    Carved in fading letters.
    I saw my name.
    Or whats left of it anyway.
    Alone in this graveyard,
    How did I end up here?
    The ghosts from a part,
    Roaming these woods alone.
    Never heard and culogy.
    Not a single goodbye.
    No shed tears
    The remains of my corpse
    In a coffin of regrets,
    I room these woods alone.
    Trying to find peace with my fate.