Haiku: No strength left

Eyes moist, broken heart
Lost, I gaze at the abyss
Engulf me I plead.

Living in a rut
I die a slow, silent death
All dreams unfulfilled.

I am eternally grateful to Chèvrefeuille for the daily Haiku prompts at 

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  1. Living in a rut is really no life at all, is it?

    Winter Solitude

    1. Your take on the prompt was wonderful. I imagined a caged wingless bird and wrote this.

  2. Dramatic - perhaps too overtly, here a case of telling instead of showing sadness through description of nature

    1. Hmm...thanks so much for the feedback. I'll try harder next time!! :-) :-) :-)


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