Our Chosen Desolation Desert

Time draws out

A broken window pane

Overtaking a lost scene

Of bare transparencies

Is a clue

Indelicately favoring

Reality's piercing blade

Is needed along

This terrain of voluntary affliction

Where refreshed cacti

Filled with modest purity

Are seen through

Our intuitions indicative lens

Within this valley of suffocating circumstances

Lies the antidote

For everyone's life

In a sense

Still measures

Are the only cure

In order to survive

The smoldering conditions

Forever apart of

Our Chosen Desolation Desert

Author's Note

A new & creative theme I just wanted to put together. All reviews welcome, thanks for stopping by & enjoy. :)

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

The smoldering conditions
Forever apart of
Our Chosen Desolation Desert

It does take some bravery to open oneself up completely and then some and then some for the other to reciprocate. Great one, Bpoet.

[Frieda P]

We all choose our own destiny no matter our history is what I'm reading here we learn by and from our past, whether we stay stuck in our own desert of choosing is up to us....much food for thought here B.

Did you mean window 'pane'?

[Robbie~xoxo~]

To refresh ourselves we would need to be somewhere pure, organic...
and you have found the dwellings of the desert to be the perfect place....the "antedote" lies in the solitary moment of need, when suffering the most, we gain strength... (this is my perception)

Thought provoking write, B!~xoxo~:)