Alone
This place where thorn bushes don’t flourish
Punishing
They wait for rain
They dry out in pain
Running blue blood from their core
Scouring sun burns them slowly
They die a senseless death
In the dark
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2009
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