blinded windows
shuttered darkened,
cluttered space
metaphors a lifetime
of holdings past expiration
a thirsty tangerine
parched, arid throated
rested on a dusty shelf
waiting for spring dew
never being realized
even deserts are deserving of tears
underwhelming this concern
overwhelms intended words
a great one for proselytizing
the follow through leaves
something to be desired
difficult to stay on point
focused in direction
where brevities breathe
thoughts hyperventilate
a life searching for purpose
some starry nights bring cleansing rain
scattered and tattered
not bittered, but battered
embattled souls sojourn life
truthfully never thought
to come so far
not sure how to do this
is it faith and hope
to defy logic with madness?
lost instructions long ago
while the farside grew closer
It’s not a closure; rather a continuation in narrative without end
mvitrano 
Your writing is coming on in leaps and bounds.
XO
That ‘thirsty tangerine” alliteration just stuck with me..wow! Take care!
~ Dajena 🙂
Thank you Darjena, take care
~Mark 🙂
You are welcome Mark!
~ Dajena 🙂