

Drought
In this labyrinth, thoughts intertwine and dry;
A soul fractured and splintered solace.
The thirst of a parched existence finds it's quenching in this delicate dance of belief. As this mind navigates these tumultuous waters uncertainty, it arrives on the shores of doubt and disbelief, only to be lost in the droughts of deep despair. Yes amsidts the arrid landscape, a glimmer of hope emerges. Leading to the replenishment of the soul.
