Seasons of despair

Tears I should have
shed for you percolated
into my soul, a
shell of salt encasing 

my ravaged heart, rendering
the fertile soil barren
No feelings take root 
in parched, sterile land

Echoes of faded memories
etched on shrivelled chambers
Where once love flourished
now an arid landscape

No hope of rejuvenation
no fresh emotions bloom
Winds of neglect breed
endless seasons of despair

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