Desolate Catastrophe: A poem

Love flattened to hands drawn
Eyes looked dull, they do frown
Heart it threatened, it did grow
Bend down branches, hope dissolved

Fate unkind to people in need
I watered loss and love I feed
Look to the eyes and lie nicely
A beautiful tomorrow never you see

Crawling in dust, poignant verses bath
Falling rain and I run so fast
Howling wind teared me apart
The sand suffocated, bliss in hand

Is your mind locked inside a door?
Words come scattered, waves in toll
World moves on, escape those holes
And live your life, you a blessed soul

– Jan @jahnavigouri

A question for word- weavers and story tellers: What inspires you to write or why do you write?

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