Earth drinks our sorrow
Cries tears. Mourns humanity's
Descent into dust
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We build walls of stone,
worn souls weeping...overwhelmed
Like taut springs. Uncaged...
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Cracked stone cannot hold
the flood of what is to come -
guilt bleeds into sand.
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The well remembers
every echo, every fall -
we drink what we sow.
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No warning , Like death,
waters gush forth, spewing life
We become undone.
About the Creator
Novel Allen
You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.
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Comments (5)
Very well written!
We are in a crisis of overflowing tensions. two or three solitary men upending the world. so sad.
There’s such depth in how you connect water with guilt and memory. It feels like both a confession and a cleansing.
"Guilt bleeds into sand I especially loved that line!
This is beautifully written. I love how the imagery flows from restraint to release.