Desert of Life

A rough night breeds the words of a tortured mind.

Life slips through my fingers,
Each second drops like sand.
Every wasted moment cuts,
Like broken glass is in my hand.

So much I'd love to do,
So much I never can.
For when I look into the mirror,
I can see a withered man.

This life holds so much promise,
For those who have a plan.
My blueprints all are burned away,
I'm trapped in barren land.

Please sir, just some water!
I can barely even stand.
A drop or two would do me fine,
A sip would be just grand.

I've travelled life's cruel desert,
I've walked, and yes, I've ran.
But I've had enough of all of this,
It's hopeless and it's bland.

The gunshot, how it echoes,
Across the desert's span.
As another poor soul gives in to life's,
Impossible demands.

Reviews

[Joshua W. Harris]

A very well written piece about a dream not achieving. The frustration, and low self-confidence is a pearl to learn from, and actually just a paradox, for those who write that wise here, and try to keep have faith and trust back again, as you have always equals. Who will read. Excellent piece.

E.L.

[Joshua W. Harris]

Thank you very much for the kind words.
It means a lot coming from a wonderful writer such as yourself. :]

You're welcome, there is still much to learn for me. I'm grateful to be here, around all the good intellectual souls. :) wonderful write.

[KarinaT]

That is simply brilliant - I'm so impressed with your work.

[Lily Mae]

I could really feel the sense of being stripped of what we all know when the blueprints were all burned away.. Very in depth and emotional.. So many good points throughout.. excellent write..x

[BreeBree1983]

Amazing.. Beautiful. I loved it!

[Joshua W. Harris]

Well thank you very much. :]
I am glad that you enjoyed it!