My Heart Devours Desire

My Heart Devours Desire

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

Desolate.

A wasteland.
My heart devours desires.

A black hole
my soul
once lit from within--

A volcanic fire

which flowed
consumed

anticipation--

the oxygen of life
lived with no trepidation.

Now?

A buried rose
plucked
before petals fell;
winter froze.

Hide not
vacant eyes,
ravaged spirit,
with simple lies:

"I'm fine,"
though pray
I die.

Again to
flourish?

Rain.

Time.

These
nourish
mournings.

And sun's rising
represses
night blights;

replenishes soil
desolate
laid

yesterday.

© Lucretia Mccloud, 31 minutes ago

75 words.... Desolate is your prompt....use the word in your poem

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