Desolate and isolated,
This barren wasteland is all I’ve hated.
False hopes and dreams that bleed with lies
Have faded now from docile eyes.
No rain to quench my parched foundation,
I desperately pray for precipitation.
The sand I bear has become me,
I’ve become it, yet I long for the sea.
I’ve waited days for weeks to come
When I leave the vessel I’ve become.
Anticipated for things to change,
I only wait for the passing of days.
I’m a desert, helpless and alone,
So secluded without the bones
I knew so well, and within time,
I’ll meet some friends that I couldn’t find.