From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: A Desert
Date: Wed Jun 22 18:55:04 1994
Hey all: I wrote this poem in February 1992 after a very traumatic 
experience...It is basically about me not being able to cry. Please tell 
me what you think...feedback is important and I cannot improve without it.


A Desert

The rain has all but dried
Up, and the landscape has
Become quite infertile;
A desolate place where
Life is cheap and worthless.
Can you understand the
Barrenness, the cold and
The death, and the breath it
Gives to innocent life?
The air has not a voice, 
And yet speaks aloud when
Angered, though there isn't
Life around to protect.
And the landscape, thirsty
For rain, is terrified;
Because it knows well the 
Tendency to flood out.
So the land is dead, yet
Holds onto its layers;
Waiting for the rains that
Will only keep adding
Water to its hidden 
Depths; 'til the land itself

Grows stagnant and dies from
Drowning the inside out.