A desert ahead,
Don't know where I'm lead,
Discreet heat in my head,
Happy thoughts have fled,
As my deserted heart bled.
The sun is beating down,
I trudge ahead with a frown,
Feeling like life's plastic clown,
Stuck under a laughing crown,
Wondering how as I'm looking down.
Burned and bleeding,
My hurt is breeding,
Leading to feeding,
My spiritual beatings.
A sandstorm is brewing,
Don't know what I'm doing,
The hateful storm,
Is like the norm,
It feels so warm,
But it's here to warn.
If I get trapped in the whirling sand,
I curse myself to a life of bland,
No dreams of becoming something grand,
I might just need a helping hand.
There's creatures in holes,
Living out their roles,
Things that I hide,
Deep inside.
Giant spiders and ugly things,
Reliving all my useless flings,
I just don't know what they will bring,
But I know I have two broken wings.
I can't fly above this wasteland,
I have to be a man and stand,
Take the worst from this hectic land,
And give it back tenfold...
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"Heartbroken and Lonely"
PoetryA collection of poems about heartbreak, and the loneliness it can bring. Love never fails, but sometimes we must trudge through the deepest dark of loneliness to come out the other side and find the love we so desperately need...