Wasteland
In the fallow land between the brain’s creases lie wasted carcasses of infertile thoughts… words have dried up and emotions have run to tired ground. Where
is the lush green landscape that
once thrived here where
the fountain of life and
hopeful longings fed
the roots of blooming ideas and
blossoming ambition; where
ardent emotion bore fruits of love and passion? A dry searing wind slaps my gaze into a haze of forgetfulness. When I look up again I am back in this barren wasteland of dispirited dying inspiration. ~ Aekta ~
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