Lost in the barren wastelands of you,
Perched grounds that roots can’t hold on to.
What happened to the forest that once grew,
In the depths of your soul, which I once knew?
No rain to quench thy earth we harbor,
No tears left for me to offer.
Chanting to the skies for a solution,
Yet the heavens has no contribution.
I wither under the sun’s fury,
Crippling under cruel fates’ glory.
Still I’m stagnant, unflinching,
But slowly, faith loses, dying.
Can’t see an image, even a shadow.
Just footprints you left I tried to follow.
Etched on the ground, burned in my head,
Gone at the edge, tracks now fled.
Now I have this drought,
A boundless desert of doubt.
As you’ve found your new Garden of Eden,
May you remain content as my hopes weaken.
- Rasui Akira
written in October 5, 2005 – 11:45 AM
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