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


upon the desiccation


eager sprouts


toward light, non-existent


as tentative roots


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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