Empty Desires

Just a thought!

Emotional needs set in motionless weeds

Planted deep in a valley, escaping the wind

No direction or flow, hinting which way to blow

They just wither away in the end

Standing alone, no dew on the rise

Their seeds drying up in the sun

They fall to the ground, with nary a sound

Replenishing desires now done.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Empty Desires"

AngryLaughter's picture

I wonder

What life would be like to have no desires.

KindredSpirit's picture

You have a new fan


And you're even getting prettier

In your old age  lol

PudinsHeart1's picture

Sad and beautiful. I feel

Sad and beautiful. I feel this sometimes to. I love reading your poetry.