Drought floods a sun-drowned land
A cold, pale blue with a harsh, yellow glare
All life, so dry, so brittle, dies by my hand
Such burning frustration I cannot bare
Spilling into hungry scarlet flame
Scorching the land without a name
No rain will come, a graveyard born
Another ink-drowned page to be torn
Until one day I find its secret name
Amongst the gray ashes of scarlet flame
-
Author:
poetboy123 (
Offline) - Published: March 6th, 2019 22:05
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 24
Offline)
Comments3
The only way to Heaven is through Christ Jesus, the son of the true living God.
Jesus saves.
Persistence is key
You're all dried up and I'm in the rain as I read your words I feel more sain. Good to read your work again
Is this poem about trying to find a name for the poem? That's so creative and interesting!
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.