Withered Thoughts
Rows of sprouted thoughts have withered
dying of thirst, drying up in a field of grief,
and I, their neglectful sower, helplessly sit
as time elapses, watching them expire.
November 1, 2021
Liberum Divisa 8 Contest
sponsor:: Gregory R. Barden
Excerpt from 'The Bereft Poet' 1/24/21
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2021
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