​Once Titled, Now Untitled
-Sage Anderson
 
Up upon the hill
Those who call out
Voices shrill
Unable, to doubt.
 
Chase me through the
Decrepit alleyway.
Let me wander
Let me lay.
 
Take a swim
The voices, don’t they allude a hymn?
A song you’ve heard
But since, lines have blurred
 
Do you?
As a human carry any meaning?
Your life?
Is it truly Gleaming?
 
Or are you too, lost
To the willowed whispers
Of the worthless withered
Watch
 
Ticking bye