The Source

The Moon Howls At The Wolf


We are wilted

But precipitation is dripping from the leaves

We are depleted

But the ocean is filled to the brim with excess

We long await the arrival

But this draught is endless

It is never coming, our suffering is eternal

For the source of life is empty

So we should just lose hope and succumb to our inevitable defeat


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Above is Version #1 without any author suggestions for rhythm and tone.

Below is how I would say it, because I gather the rhythm may be a tad hard to dissern.

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We are wilted

But precipitation is dripping from the leaves

We are depleted

But the ocean is filled to the brim with excess

We long await the arrival

But this draught is endless

It is never coming, our suffering is eternal

For the source of life is empty

So we should just lose hope and succumb to our inevitable defeat


Author's Note: Wriiten on September 21rst 2011... Edited on September 22nd 2011

I actually really like this, and I don't know why because it is abnormally depressing. But let me know what you guys think! I know your out there reading this and any words of feedback you can spare are much appreciated! Please read and review and possily check ot my other works! Thank You!