Wrought when wildflowers whispered,
”Who, what, when, where, why?”
Whence without wisdom we
went wayward;
Wading.
Wandering.
Withering.
Weeping.
Wholeness withheld;
Wasted, wretched, whilst
witnesses watched.
We wait.
We waste.
We whimper.
We wake.
By Sarah ©2020
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Music Challenge – “You Don’t Know How It Feels”; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 22 February 2020
By Sarah 