Art for Heartaches (Poems)

Before You

I am a Desert, once,
of thirst and hunger -
uncertainly straying
from the rain;

constantly seeking
of a hand
that slips sand
in accident;

an advantage
only worthy
for an answered escape;

I am sand,
in fear - slipping -
worried to be
without anyone;
alone,
I looked and believed
to be the same as the sun;
shining hotly for hours
before bending down
to the fatigue
of the dark.

I am an object once.
A place, twice.
A black void from time to time.

But I am once a desert
and its sand -
before you came.   

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