My words, devoid of meaning, are
scratches in the absence of creation, are
tides influencing the oceans of existence
to wash away the footsteps of
yesterday's misguided directions,
to drown out the deafening silences
with the sound of crashing cascades.

Inches below the surface, I can feel the sun just ahead, threating my lost consciousness and tearing my body apart.

The incandescent light pierces the ground, the mountains scream fire upon the sky, crackles in the ground appear beneath my feet. What a pitiful anxiety made of sand!

My body stretches, incoming dehydration, thirst and isolation; motherly desert, fatherly wastelands...

Let me burn down to ashes and ******* to the wind.
Make me feel uncomfortable and let me disappear in peace.

I can feel the drought claiming my pain, gathering the dust that used to be my skin and remain in solitude, just like a snail then I find myself stuck in the nonchalant rage of the day.

There is nothing alive, there is just an infinite ruin of land, dead soil and dying lives turn into stone by act of time.

My rich ****** soil desperately lingered, ached, and yearned during the
melancholy hours  of the night, patiently  waiting to be kissed by the
incandescent  of your aura,  And as  spring  approached  sapphire,
crimson  and gold  gleamed onto me with all of it’s resplendent
glory, I  was  touched universally  by the  sincerity  of  your
luscious  seeds  as  they  settled  infi­nitely  within  me,

I was torn apart as your roots spread through my
body, igniting all of my senses, With pure satisfaction I
blossomed reds  lavenders  and blues, And  if your seeds were
to be blown to another garden, my flowers would no longer breathe
in  hope,  for  all  possibilities  of   cultivation  would  be  diminished,
Yet you  still  drizzled  light  showers  of promises  that  kept  me  alive,

And soaking me with faith they said;

You’ll always be the only one I want

And how somber it is that I was naïve and beyond deceived
by you, and when you left I began to rip up all of the flowers you
planted within my body, hoping to destroy every lasting piece
of you remaining

And although you can no longer can see all of the vibrant colors that
Seeped of your love and affection,
Your roots will forever remain
Eternally Embedded deep
inside of me, never letting me forget you

Because after tasting your love dear;
I know that I’ll be starving for the rest of my life

Because it has been 2,291 days since you left the meadow

And I’ve been in a drought since

*B.K