They are travelers gripped by thought,
lost in their worlds of introspection.
They sit, frozen in time and space,
which once moved freely for them.
But day by day they grew exhausted,
Their bones tiring from the burdens they secretly bore.
Emotions and struggles hide behind their sculpted eyes,
forever creating stories of who they were,
where they were going,
and all they had lost along they way.
Resting chins upon their palms cry from their solid souls.
They are weary travelers from this world.
Today’s word is GRIP. Use it in any tense you want, but whatever you write must be 85 words exactly. Have fun! Ping back to this page for the challenge or leave your piece in the comments.
Raelyn Pracht 