Distraught
Try to rid thoughts that consume our minds like that
Of desert plains.
Confined, by loss and pain we give way as our world
Begins to twirl upside down.
Trapt within the hell that we have made.
We fall with no ground beneath to catch our wasted falls.
Stare a mist dust that flows for that is where you will return.
Copyright © Debbie Walker | Year Posted 2016
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