All the seas have dried up

And the land has shrivelled, 

Like a burnt page

That lost its bet to the engulfing flames.

The air smells of ash and smoke.

Don’t walk upto me with your tears 

I carry a fire. I annihilate.


A wasted path

Image by Casey Horner

I wish we could be just souls 

Be, without being.

I wish we could love without form

Feel, without being called out.

What is courage, but to go on 

Losing, despite knowing

We’re not lost, but the wasted path leads nowhere.

Daily Prompt: Courage