Aimless Waste

Deep in the minds of the souls laid to
waste
Lies the perfected algorithm
To Which they set their pace
Deep rooted in the paths
Of the skulls laid to rest before them
Entangling and twisting their minds​
Now lost in time
What have they left behind
A legacy of love?
Or bitterness?
From​ the depths of the ground
Rising up to the souls that weep
The rose that fades and releases it's petals
What do they carry to those that remain?
Will they leave a stain?
Do they truly remain?
Something to ponder
For those that aimlessly wander
Misti Berisford