Bitting Sorrow
sinking slowly
with bitter taste
as the heavens dip deep
into the fragile, whaling womb
the crawling sand inches it's way
along-side would-be dreams
the wind chokes the spirit
and the dust swallows bone
the toungh is dry
perpetualy
as it thirsts for the replineshing rain
with fire and rage
is rocked the cradle
far below the dark , endless sky.
this one is a little tentative.I may edit it.
Comments
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Very descriptive.... the imagery is awesome...love the second stanza in particular..
becca
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