Arid plains

reek

of desolation

as

winds of life

waft

an acrid stench

of

heartbroken

failure

tinged

with

insignificance,

encumbered

by

cognizance

of

opportunities lost –

those

words, actions

cut like swords

that imprison

like a Bastille.

Someone said –

I’m having a horrible life…

No retort

for staying the course –

as

the silence was deafening.