Spring

My spring is not so beautiful.

The soil that I offer is dry and cracked.

It does not welcome the seeds of regrowth.

It leaves little for the life that still wanders among it.

The tender and lush fields

That once flourished,

Have since long gone.

 

No one has tended

To the disease that overtook

And slowly killed every beautiful feeling.

Fleeting beams of happiness come and go.

A second’s worth of moisture becoming dust once again.

Author's Note

Constructive criticism and feedback always welcome

Reviews

[Human_Tales]

Pretty good don't have much to say about it but it's pretty good