Stripped of all flesh and bare to the bone.
- alone in the tundra,
gelid winds cut like a sharpened stone.
Oh, the unbearable pain of the exposed, tortured soul.
Forever split between that and this world
harsh is the path
of the one that is torn.
The wanderer wonders, deprived of all hope
is it even possible
to bring forth new growth?
This little poem was prompted by this one. The word just came as I was reading it and I had to write them down.
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