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Was there a better way?

The rains have long come to a halt
seizing to flood this world of psychotic retreat.
This desolate planet made of obsidian sand is all that we have left,
a planet void of the rains that once protected us,
a planet that will swollow us into oblivion.

I've almost all but forgotten what it was like to feel
a single rain drop after being drenched for so long.
To hold onto it and transform it into something
more obtainable, something tangible.
Something that flouishes without interference with the
down pour of water that once would sweep it away.

Now I can't help but feel this isn't what I wanted.
I slowly feel my eyes decay into the
sand that manifested from what no longer is.
With every passing moment clarity
deconstructs into fleeting moments.
One more rain drop evaporates into the atmosphere,
never to be gazed upon again.

Was there a better way?

Description
Was there a better way?

The rains have long come to a halt
seizing to flood this world of psychotic retreat.
This desolate planet made of obsidian sand is all that we have left,
a planet void of the rains that once protected us,
a planet that will swollow us into oblivion.

I've almost all but forgotten what it was like to feel
a single rain drop after being drenched for so long.
To hold onto it and transform it into something
more obtainable, something tangible.
Something that flouishes without interference with the
down pour of water that once would sweep it away.

Now I can't help but feel this isn't what I wanted.
I slowly feel my eyes decay into the
sand that manifested from what no longer is.
With every passing moment clarity
deconstructs into fleeting moments.
One more rain drop evaporates into the atmosphere,
never to be gazed upon again.

Was there a better way?