A Parched Demise

The water had run dry for years

no way to propel my tears.

Fear choked the freedom brooks

love spared no looks.

Rocks littered the path

of a scorned lover’s wrath.

They crumble under the weight

of time that will not abate.

Mysteries entice, waiting in the deep

to sew what you never will reap.

As I stand here feeling small

who ever said we could have it all?

©privatethoughtsmadepublic

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