Faces - January 2, 2011

Mist was blocking my sight
Hardly
I found it
Stepped inside
Mysterious and cold

A keen eye is not enough
No one
Can realize the silence
Screaming so loud

Like a tree I stood
At the middle of people
Still
I could not see them
In stones
They were frozen

A breeze caressed my mind
As I closed my eyes
In Graveyard
Wondered
When will be my time?

-Himedal