I feel as if Life
has run me dry.
Its vast Opportunity,
my Inaction,
consumed
the last oasis
Now they, dry bones
Brittle hulls of beetles
scuttle amid sameness
We starve
for color
not dripping in red.
Nothing much thrives
In these hills
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 10:13 AM UTC
I feel as if Life
has run me dry.
Its vast Opportunity,
my Inaction,
consumed
the last oasis
Now they, dry bones
Brittle hulls of beetles
scuttle amid sameness
We starve
for color
not dripping in red.
Nothing much thrives
In these hills
Natural word poem the 3rd. June 2019
