Hope
Blistering my imagination
With disappointment and pain
The sand colored landscape
A silent torturer of truth
I walk quickly and carelessly
The water is my destiny
And I can’t walk fast enough
To reach the clear liquid hope
That will sooth my throat
And lubricate my tormented mind
©by Regina Riddle
In the desert poetry contest
Sponsored by nette onclaud
September 14, 2014
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2014
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