DesSolation

You may live the dream
But I am living the loss
As all that I have strived for
By way of fruitful harvest
And contentment
Is diminished by predatory instincts
Ripping flesh from bone
Without a care for what remains
In a place no longer home
Yearning for reclamation
But finding none
In the neglect of those once nurtured
And the shrieks of pain and fear
In those most near
.
So where can one go from here?
In this barren landscape of uprooted soul
Blown hither and thither like tumbleweed
Belonging nowhere, it seems
Unaided
.
All that’s left is to call a halt
Lie low
Dig deep
Let go
Surrender
These last remaining embers
Into the tuneless wind
.
But, what’s this I feel?
Warming my withering skin
Bringing new stirrings of life
Into corpuscles of motion
Urging my forlorn spirit
To reclaim its self-relief
Say what it has to say
Knowing full well it’s fallibility
Yet using that to bring renewal
Into the bright light of day
Unaided