parched.

A Poem by honeyleens

sometimes, dreams lay to waste, like sands unmoved by time.

Three days without water.

Drunk on air and sun-dappled leaves,

but we're heading out to see

All the grains of sand that each could be

A dream undreamt by broken minds.

Lost in all this unchanged time,

these shards lay parched and confined.

Melded into a mirage that must show

All the dreams that we did throw,

When we were dried up and ready to go.

© 2011 honeyleens

Author's Note

This was actually a work in progress, as I was wanting to make it longer. For some reason, the idea of being without water seemed like how it would feel to be without a dream. Even though I think it's still a rough draft, I decided to post it b/c i'm not sure I'll do anything with it. Let me know what you think of it.

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deeps

I really enjoyed this write. Makes one ponder.

Posted 14 Years Ago

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