Wiping Away The Pain

Remnants Of Life

Riding along the highway
Desert clouds loom

Out from the horizon
Hear the thunder boom!

Rain, it falls
Like sheets of glass

Tearing across
Long dried out grass

Ghostly calls are heard
Long borne in strife

Clamouring for attention
Mere remnants of life

Rising from the Earth
Those next in line

Continue their journey
An infinite paradigm…

 

Written by David Johnson

© CommunicatingCreatively/David Johnson 2015