Searching by Melissa Myers

The tribe has lost their emperor.
They wander in darkness
calling to the shadows of ghosts.
They cry to the cold moon for solace,
but rest is always outside their reach.
Their tears carve canyons
and flood riverbanks.
Devil’s claw and chaparral wither under foot.
They fall to their knees
below an empty sky.

 

About Melissa Myers

My name is Melissa Myers. I’m from Tennessee, and I live in New England. I love exploring the rich history of this region, and I jump at every opportunity to do so. Poetry holds a special place in my heart because of its ability to connect people on an emotional level. I often find inspiration in life, love, and nature. You can find me on Facebook, Instagram, and LinkedIn.

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