Lost in this wasteland of a mind.
It’s Earth burned, scarred, and dying.
Leaves are rusted streaks in rotted vines.
Ground now barren, plants left drying.
How to fix what is now horrifying?
Wish for rain, and till the pained land.
Turn ashes to life, so gratifying.
Surely prayers can save the damned.
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“rusted streaks in rotted vines” – my dutiful efforts at life kind of resemble that, haha!
Hopefully it’s something prayers can fix, too, for mee.
Good Huitain Poem attempt, man. It sounds great.
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I’m sure we all feel that way at points in our lives!
And I’m sure they can. I believe prayers, wishes, etc urge us to do what we need to fix what needs fixing. They’re a reminder in my eyes that works needs to be done.
Thank you. 🙂
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OMG. Such knowledge. And yeah, sure thing. Wanna tell me what a Huitain poem is?
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I have a website bookmarked of different poem forms so that I can challenge myself. This is the exact link I used to help me create it:
https://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/huitain-poetic-form
I hope it helps explain it! 🙂
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:333 thnx dear wonderful mortal. Always wondering what my fellow bloggers are up to researching.
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No problem! 🙂
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