366 Poems: May 4th, 2016

Our Wasteland

Here I stand all alone

in the cracks of the sand,

hoping maybe

that somewhere

at some time

someone

has a plan–

for this earth who can cry no more tears,

and this girl who is still looking back through the years

at a history shadowed,

entangled, and long…

finding right where,

at some place

or some time,

our species

went wrong.

“Thirst for Life”
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