Cracks

Cracks in the dried dirt.

The River no longer runs,

Her waters have bled.

The Flowers no longer bloom,

They are withered and dead.

The Sun no longer shines,

Its light has faded away.

The Wind no longer blows,

Leaving nothing to sway.

Cold, dry, and desolate,

A world without life.

All that remains,

Are Cracks in the dirt.


Author’s Note:

Another that can be interpreted in many ways.

What’s your take?  What do you see?

N

Author: mynameisdespair

Soon....

3 thoughts on “Cracks”

  1. I really like this. It evokes a lot of emotion. From my perspective, the human species is like the land, barren and desolate. Depression drains us from anything bright and thriving, like humans do to Mother Earth.

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  2. My comment was supposed to say
    * the human species is like the land, barren and desolate while depressed. Draining us from anything bright and thriving. *

    😂….. long night!

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