Parched Tears, a poem



I have sheltered
under the desert winds
laid my soul
across the empty spaces
and lost myself
in the moonlight.
There is a sorrow
laid within my depths
that knows not the fuel
nor gentle cure
and parched tears
squeeze between
emaciated cracks,
yet fall silent
upon barren lands.
It is enough
to carry the burden
the unforgiving expedition
to live in your own skin
and you hear
the forgotten whispers
of antiquity
“strive toward what is just”
yet no one begs to listen.
The wind blows
sagebrush leans
in the darkened distance
yet no one hears a thing.

© Sumyanna 2017


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2 Comments Add yours

  1. This poem gave me goosebumps, Sumyanna. Lovely!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Oh thank you Robbie!


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