Wess Haubrich

Aug 3

A poem.

Source: Pinterest

Poetry Prompt № 6.


fleeting like a finch outside in a storm,

downright im-possible for me to sustain —

it runs like a cheetah after a gazelle in

the delirious wild, and dying desert — parched,


desperately needing

your power to heal my Nihilism;



bedevilment at



Wess Haubrich

Wess Haubrich

Horror, crime, noir with a distinctly southwestern tinge. I am a former contributor editor of an award-winning film site and other projects too.