Where Does It Go
by Bowienet Member Desert

your heart cries out
but there’s no one to hear
clouds pray
but the wind won’t answer

where does it go
as the moon bleeds
the stars sigh
raspberry tea drips slowly across the rocks
but dreams are scattered across hell
until they reach the end of the path and expire

where does it go
as hidden realities
randomly found freely
floating away in tears
standing alone
ruins melting
creatures lay dying
breathing in silence
waiting to be liberated
pools of unspoken memories
drain through a net
eventually forming energy
determination and futility
rising in a shade of sweat
falling into the rain of years
evaporating in a vacuum

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