A poem in progress

More dust than sea

Tears, only tears 
I weep more dust than sea 
and grasp for creativity
finding only sand that sears

I 
Only 
Wanted warmth

Elusive is my muse 
who no longer knows my name 
No clarion call, only the same 
weight on weight accrues

I 
Only
Wanted…you 

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This poem isn’t done yet. I’m sharing it anyway…

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