“Death in the Desert!”
A Poem
Many have told me I write better than I speak. Maybe because my soul doesn’t speak the language my mouth does.
There’s an undeniable distance between her and me.
I try to catch up, but it’s useless
as it is to run in the desert towards the water, only your mind sees.
There’s this void in our chests,
only one another could fill.
There’s a hollow pit between
desperate for affection.
Words said we don’t mean. Words unsaid we do mean.
There’s a distance between her and me
Not even a sea of tears could fill.
Two souls existing in a reality none of them wish for.
Useless words and Useless thoughts.
Lies mean the same as truths.
No difference between love and hate.
Motionless love…Meaningless kisses.
One body, two souls…One she’ll never meet.
Shall we ever move through this hell
or tears of blood is all I look forward to?
“Death in the desert!”, she cried frantically.
