Anticipating Rain

Folder: 
Mad Musings

 

in suspension, anxiously anticipating on Rain

   to come break the tension

the garden grown lush by Spring's manna

   now listless, withered, burnt-to-a-crisp

desert dwellers grow skinny, stretched-thin

creatures I never see hide nor hair of

   are literally crawling out of the woodwork 

a hell realm encroaches on my heaven

   

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