Empty is a tilled field, laid fallow
Where once blossomed... redolent dreams
Mind’s ploughed synapse... doldrum’s trenches
Lonesome blade scythed my heart’s seams
Pain soiled my wildflower memories
With muddied doubts of umber shame
Phantom achenes... adrift on breeze
And yet you... I do not blame
Hope lingers... faith’s staunch butterfly net
And with its lucid threads, I’ll sew
Didactic cocoon... growth’s promise
Dawn’s light... spun from dusk’s sorrow
© Debbie Razey 2023 - Violet Moon Poetry
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