Oct 21 2010
Hopeless Paradise
Life, once a fertile land I call my soul
it’s magnificent landscape of gold and green, dominates my view
Rains of love nourish my land, sustaining delicate existence
feasting fruits of joy, filling me, replenished, content
Provisions plenty, no harvest to make, I labour not
a paradise for granted taken
I rest my head to sleep
satisfied
Awaking from slumber bound, before me a wilderness bare
my domain a ruin, pointless, futile
Void of cloud, rays of despair parch my spirit
helpless, falling, reaching out, aching.
A fertile land, my home, laid waste, devastated, my life a wilderness still
I pray for rain..
George W Knox
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