If the weary traveler dies in the desert as they see palm trees on the horizon
What lies then for one who cries, fearing they've been living their life wrong?
If most of the time
dreams aren't realised
to fullest fruition
Spending time striving
just to realise what
one's been missing
Before it's too late to
salvage a memorable
outcome
Finding journey's meaning
proving impossible to some
In a world where second place
means last in the race
When the neighbour's greener grass has us saving face
We're martyrs for envy
Drink bottles are empty
Alone in a merciless desert
Only I did have reserves left
All this time I could have been fine
If only I'd known this world is mine
YOU ARE READING
Psych Ward Scriptures
PoetryA spattering of poetry and ultra short tales of love, loss, depression, oppression, animal rights, human rights, existentialism and dates with Lady Satan Herself! High Highs!: 1st #animalrights 1st #suicidalideation 3rd #poesy 7th #uplifting Conten...
