Turning

Withered tree

Withered tree (Photo credit: Gatis Gribusts)

Turning,

Away from you.

Turning,

My back on the World.

I cannot look

Upon the suffering

The lying

The deception.

My own…

Yours…

Ours.

The leaves are falling

From society’s trees

Brown, black

Rotten… dead!

The rain of love

Hides in drought.

My soul our souls

Go un-watered,

Wilting in the heat

Of pain.

Waiting for the rejuvenating

Liquid to cool

Our souls.

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About Derek Rizzo

Author and poet since I remember, I finally decided to live my dream. I'm writing a fantasy novel. Follow-me to share my progresses and glimpses of my story as it comes to life.

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