There are no fish in the lakes of home / the lands of old are barren and cold / their fruits of our labour hangs low and ripe / I pick none of their temptations / patiently awaiting God’s final waver / the review of incredulity / to determine my fate / the road ahead & my final pay
About The Author
Hayden Veil
In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.