Barren - Copyright 1/9/99 by Dan Sharpe.

Once I was abloom with life,
fertile hopes and dreams flourished.

Now I am desolate and barren,
blown by a dusty, arrid, wind.

Cracked by the harsh rays of truth,
seared by the heat of reality.

I am barren,
empty, and alone.

All I offered you is gone,
poured out in bitter tears.

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