Parched, frail and delirious,
lying under the merciless gust,
blinded by day, sleepless through night,
naked, covered with sheets of dust.
Through the crooked paths of fate
that she carved in her buoyant youth,
memory flashes back random images
of the music, the cheers, the laughter,
the parties that seemed could’ve lasted forever.
Oh so raging were the songs of her youth,
the other sounds around her just drowned mute!
Then she, abruptly,
jolts back to reality.
Silence rushes back piercing her ears,
sight returns to scorch her eyes.
Looped thoughts start streaming again-
was it some manmade dam
that paralyzed her midstream?
Or was she damned by the gods
that left her voiceless in her scream?
With nowhere to go,
she lays still.
Her questions continue.
Her answers aren’t new.
Will it ever
rain enough to fill
the voids she
Will she ever
be the river she
Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine, published 06/26/2016