LOST AND NOT FOUND

Two men moved in search for mind peace
Days grew into nights as sleep crept
Knackered, weak, worried and broken
Like tombs haunted, they went silent
In thirst that a first sip may come.

Deep in the deep with great intent
along with words still unspoken
Upon a giant wall they stepped
And the beast stepped out of Maurice.

Branches, stones and a broken piece
They had killed the silence they kept
One was lost, one was a token
Two men moved in search for mind peace
Their garments they all had to rent.

Leonell