I am no poet and yet, here’s one highly influenced by this oil painting by Ruppert Lindemann. Happy #FridayFlash everyone!


He stands by the road, hands pleading to the sun

He prays for the rain to come and drown him

Kills his sorrow, chokes his heart, dissolves his soul.


The cracked ground will engulf him, he waits.

The vultures will pick at his face and beak out his eyes, he prays.

copyright Ruppert Lindemann

The sun will burn him to oblivion, he cries.


The day slips away and leaves him stranded

With nothing: no blade, no gun, no poison

And this thirst to die that never ends.

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