Abyss

Cold breeze.
Crisp winter’s air.
Magnetic entrancement of,
curled hands waving the,
wandering traveller passing by.
A crossroad: left or right.
One way truth,
the other a dream.
Hesitation.
Caught in headlights.
Midnight moonlight. Pools of the,
forgotten sunset etched,
into the dark sky.
A silent cry,
lost in the abyss,
unheard.