Stranded in the empty desert I walk alone,
Waiting for someone to adopt the path by my side.
This desert has a familiar feeling...but I cannot say it is pleasant.
I turn in circles to look for shelter.
Not a building per say,
Just somewhere to be safe;
Maybe even somewhere to call home.
I listen for noise;
A voice, the wind, tires on a road.
All that I hear are the echoes of my silence.
I begin to feel as though I am in a void;
Nothing but white noise
As I wish for someone to join me,
Pray for someone to stand by my side.
But alas I stand alone
And home is out of reach;
I cannot feel his tender touch
I cannot sense his reassuring presence
I cannot her his soft voice
I cannot see his soothing eyes
Because of the greater powers,
They have evicted me from my home.
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Poems
PoetryA book of my poems ⚠️Insinuations if suicide, traumatic events⚠️ There will be individual trigger warning on the more extreme poems but this can refer to any.
