Distant rays circle the creases in his face, <br />Repulisive hatred reflecting in the mirror... cracking, <br />A door creaking on the hinges, <br />As the ball and chain rolls across the dusty floor, <br /> <br />Leaving its track <br /> <br />Your ocean in the desert, <br />The rain falls from the orange clouds, <br />Dusty dry earth moans, <br />As its coarse surface crys in remorse, <br /> <br />The drought is under siege. <br /> <br /> <br />The farmer groans under the weight of his crop, <br />Slit marks of pain in his wrists, <br />His shoulders holding the weight of the world, <br />Anguish silent in between the lines. <br /> <br />He takes the last breath <br /> <br /> <br />The tears his rain, <br />Slidding through the sand.... <br /> <br /> <br />The war was won... eyes closed as the sun falls.<br /><br />Emily Lovell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-drought-before-christmas-carols/
