Wealth I found
past the cracked shoreline
where the temper of the rain
is always less than kind.
Across the grass gone to rot
in fields capped gray
seared to pathetic dust
fed on by insects
and home to spiders.
Beyond the sealed tops of wells
whose water had all soured
from dirt made mud
reeking of sulfur
which fouled the clarity
and the taste.
Against the backdrop
of a melted sun
pouring its soul
into an endless blue
as night shadowed close
to extinguish the light.
Deep in the badlands
mind spinning wildly
sparking against the solitude
a heart caught flame
and in the darkness
exposed the gold
staining each footprint.
To Ink - a blog from Melting Neurons 