dessicated valley

there is a land

an isolated valley

of nothingness

 

where seeds of hope

dropped from above

excitedly begin to grow

 

when occasional

violent storms

precipitate

upon the desiccation

 

eager sprouts

yearn

toward light, non-existent

 

as tentative roots

search

for something deeper

 

only to discover

toxic truths

of a land abandoned

long ago

 

desecrated soil

contaminated water

subterranean lethality

 

hope shrivels

ephemeral existence

impression in the dust

 

swept away

by these howling

whirlwinds of my pain

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