Poetry Prompt Challenge Book

desert

Desolately resonant with nothing here to see.
Things that go without reward.
There is nothing there for me.
Time's one thing I can afford,
but peace is what I seek.
Sky of doom no pretty clouds of fleece.
A drought of hope, without relief.
No time for me to seek true peace
What can I do but hope for more
As sadness falls from above,
it is worse than before.
Then comes the only remedy, just sweet and simple love.

12 lines

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Week # 45

Lost alone in the desert
The desert can be metaphorical or literal, your choice.
Line count: minimum of 12, no max