This is very much a work in progress, I've written down what I was thinking but need to boulster it up with something. Not sure what though, so any advice would be a great help!


Trees stand lifeless,
In spite of the wind.
What has been lost before
Remains lost in the present.

The earth, once grass
Is now mud;
Dried and cracked.
Water is long gone.

Rooks, or crows,
Screech their call
As they circle,
Pecking at dry air.

Remnants of a being,
Skeletal, and stripped now
Of all flesh,
Lie scattered.

Bones where once hands
Gripped a pen,
Thought words,
Wrote lines of prose.

Veins are now dried,
Desiccated by vultures,
Where once passion,
Pulsed in agony.

Life bleached
In searing heat,
Love leached
At point of death.

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