my sanity

invisible silhouette

I see the invisible silhouette

of the man I used to be

slouched against the bark-less trunk

of a branch-less maple tree

standing in a desert field

dried oasis nearby

under an overhead canopy

a black starless sky

the path I travelled to get here

undefined, non-existant, sublime

has left me stripped of dignity

clothing, soul and mind

yet I stare at this silhouette

exhausted, frail, in defeat

sandy tears of realization

of a mirror image of me