Wretched Loneliness

Yellow waters under a bleeding sun
The wind whispers caresses to the river
Where it lies pressed against the heaving
Bosom of the earth
A lone bird croaks out its song upon
The dying tree
I stand wrenching sorrow out of my hair

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Ohh as usual how stunning ,even the title was so gripping..wretched loneliness
yellow waters and bleeding sun,and a wind touches a river pressed against a heaving bossom of earth
what images could be felt..really smelled of a killing loneliness..who could mend that,strong words
lovely words..

[Robin]

the colors that drip from your pen ...

[Ed Hart]

"wretched" is too far down the path of loneliness; it's time to come back