Mental blocked

Another void has been filled and emptied
Seeds of thoughts the wind has carried.
It happens all the time, the thing called erosion.
A reality to be faced, not a mere illusion.
Sun-perched and the plants have withered
Withstanding not an inevitable drought.
The barren land cries of bitter nothingness
Everyone's mind has broken into madness.
Rain has yet to come, quench our thirst.
This may not be the last, but this isn't first.