Soul Sapping

Distant crags
decorate horizon,
promise rising hope
to come.

Someday.

Now?
Parched, skeletal limbs
coated in windswept powder
aching for quench.

Sigh.

White knuckles,
fingers clench.
Distance,
hither to yonder

unknown,

creeping longer
with every step.
Scent of decay wafts
spring evening breeze.

Soul
sapping
isolation.

Published by HikerAngel

I love to write. I primarily focus on female characters who become more beautiful and powerful, but I also write just about everything else, from poetry to comedy to horror. I have a number of short stories freely available on writing.com, deviantart.com, and superwomenmania.com.

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