Dry Spell
Withering
shriveling all up
inside, I
cannot tell
how long I'll remain in this
hell of a dry spell
No rainfall
here, except for tears
and sometimes
they go dry
too numb to cry, too tired
to feel inspired
The words crack
crumble in my mouth
before I
get them out
primal screams and shouts silenced
by fear and self-doubt
Soul searching
something worth saving
amid this
gloomy mess
sorting out my worst, my best
while I pray for rain...
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Yet another Shadorma poem...
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