The village surrounded by mist


Faces that aren’t faces

Hollow people

They walk the same route

Every day

The birds

The same shrill calls

The beasts

Wander the same path

through the undergrowth

A mist surrounds this place

I’ve walked out of it

A thousand times

Only to be welcomed back

By lifeless smiles

Devoid of emotion

Some days

I find myself

Walking the same route

Drifting, comforming

With this village

Emptiness echoes

Throughout my hollowing mind

I smile