Poetry Drafts / 10 June 2020

The Fate of Mortal Man

We were lovers,
Sharing the barren lands of
Mortal man.

We sought no higher purpose,
The fate of men
Sufficed.

The cravings,

The wash,

The Face of God

Wanting.

We were.
We were,
Yet not,

Meant

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.