"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Saturday, March 5, 2016


Why do you hold this power over me?
I am leaves ripped from branches
I am trees torn from the earth
I am erosion
Of soil and stone.
I hate that I let you do this
I hate that I can’t control it
I hate that my fate
Is to continue
To let you wear me away
Until I am
Nothing but
A never ending canyon
A winding river
The deep crevice
Of an underground cavern.

1 comment:

  1. wow man...your descriptions are really great JB. After all these years...still evolving...still dynamic.


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