Moorland (Betrayed)

The wind blows cold
It shatters my bones,
And slivers of rain
Punch straight through my soul.
Sunlight forgotten,
Our map led me wrong.
Promised a landscape
You’d not said which one.
I am lost up here,
Alone on the fell.
Ground so uncertain,
You knew me so well.

All right reserved – Storm Cloud Kitty 2017

Picture by Storm Cloud Kitty

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