Into the Badlands
In the incised badlands of my arid life I wander lost,
the footprints disappear in the eroded time’s debris.
The stretch of the last mile still waits to be crossed
in the incised badlands of my arid life. I wander lost
in wilderness, losing your hands, I needed the most
to take me to plateau’s edge as the sun sets on me.
In the incised badlands of my arid life I wander lost,
the footprints disappear in the eroded time’s debris.
October 25, 2020
Title chosen : Into The Badlands
Contest : Pick-A-Title, Vol 24-Triolet
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2020
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