hollow harvest
seasons spin and silence starts
sowing sorrow in stubborn hearts
borrowed breath from broken ground
to this promise pulling me down
weeds whisper where we each walked away
wednesday’s wounds won’t wash away
calloused conscience carries on
till dawn
tell me tender truths tonight
though the harvest holds no light
faithful fingers fear the fall
sacred soil seasoned with salt
ghosts gather where gardens grew
without you
why do we wait when the world won’t wake
fighting for fruit that will never take
damn the drought, damn the doubt
planting prayers in parched ground
speaking straight to stubborn soil, sweat & strain for nothing gained
sowing seeds in sandy shame, seasons shift but stay the same
broken backs and bleeding hands, bury hopes in barren lands
faith follows fear through fields unknown, harvest heart now hollow stone
weathered will and weary way, walking where the wildflowers stray
tend and trust who’s tough and tight, tending through the troubled night
promised plots now poisoned plain, patience pressed, the pouring rain
damn the night, damn the day, damn the dreams that drift away
buried bones beneath belief
shattered stones, surrendered grief
maybe mercy makes its mark
in the spaces stark and dark
growing grace in graveled ground
where love’s lost but still found
morning mist meets my return
lessons learned from bridges burned
still I stand where seasons end
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