• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 11


Knees buckled, he crouches
shrouded in blood-red blanket.
Body hidden, pain smothered,
wrapped in coarse threads.
Soul-stripped eyes glaze sorrow.
He is there, but not here.
Worry gnaws his bones,
drains strength from numb limbs
like embers smouldering to white heat.
Hope wisps drift away like bits of ash
in cold barren winds of despair.