Deserted Dreams
Crawling
on my hands and knees
The sand is hot,
burning my already blistered skin
An angry sun
breaks the layers
of a cloudless sky,
as my shadow weeps
Miles claim my strength,
scattering debris of littered lies,
piled high
between me and her
And I fall
out of breath,
out of time
Vultures circle,
orbiting patterns of shame
foraging on the carcass,
bleached white in deserted dreams,
alone and dying…
alone and dying…
dying…
without her
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016
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