Wasteland

Is it possible to go on

when your dreams are dying

the long slow death

of a mountain washed away

by centuries of rain?

The drops of rejection after rejection,

ending after ending,

the pollution of the world’s indifference,

the hard winds of acceptance,

the earthquakes of depression,

and the sinkholes of anguish.

Pain erupts like an active volcano

and heartache burns through the landscape

like lava eating everything that’s left;

the pain fills in every second of every day

until all that remains is wasteland.