Flagellation

The thief wakes me from the dream I fell in–
the nightmare frightens away my inhibitions–
I crawl through thorny gardens–they puncture
the box that imprisons my spirit–torrents
flood the desert I strayed into–stranded
on a lie by a girl I once loved and still require
for life–and pour into plains with a tempest
that quakes the stillborn world. The Sea reborn
on midnight as the dawn approaches.
The drought ends when the rain begins.

Critique

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