#WritePhoto Dark Matrix

March 1, 2018 — #writephoto, poem, poetry

dark-hills

Rolling hills in memory’s vault of treasure
Go on forever, leading to paths of pleasure
That end on the shores of the deepest sea
Surrounded by deserts without a single tree
The wasteland is dark with shadows of dread
No fauna, no flora, are found as we are lead
Closer to the truth , to the peace of the dead

This dark little poem was written in response to this week’s photo prompt in Sue Vincent’s Echo.  Join us every Thursday for a new photo to inspire prose, poetry, or reading pleasure.  It is fun to see all the different responses.

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