Heartbroken Landscape
Heartbroken Landscape
It was gone
slowly faded as the sound
of the closing door,
unknowingly
erasing all that added
beauty to a day.
The trees - ghoulish green -
ran together
polluting the stream,
caressing the ducks in
an oily ointment.
Sun spots laying waste
the fields
leaving dried, lonely,
twigs of memory.
An aching wind
wailing in terror at
the barrenness of now,
the slow death of
a future.
Clouds, in tortured sky,
huddled in a dark and
hateful spiral.
False rain,
devoid of any promise,
stinging tears
to scar
the stony mountain face,
leaving only mud splash
footprints.
Icy glare of
heartless moon,
silver shivers laid
across a broken land.
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2014
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