Drought Poem by Matthew Holloway

I foresee a drought
Dried out land and cracked earth
Dust whipped up in the winds
Which crawl along the floor
Timid in their passing
As though they wish not to be there
Where all life has drawn to a halt
Dying in the light of day
Fading in the dark of night
No water to savour a thirst
Not even the dew of a new day
Just the slow meandering end
As one world succumbs to a desert
Gone, gone away from life
As a drought foreseen
Offers little to believe