Design of Delusion
In the desert of my forlorn life,
across your desiccating dunes I wander
enticed by your volatile mindscape,
I rise from the dust in your swathe.
My longing languishes to be
in the shade of the oasis of your love,
in your arms, sheltered from desert storm,
away from dismal bleakness of wasteland.
From the desolate tree of yearning
I am a dislodged leaf of dream,
rustling with the melancholic tune,
on its journey to the depth of abyss.
I drift across the dunes of denial,
as the scorching sun smolders my desire,
mirage on sands of time designs delusion,
breaks my heart, I shoulda seen it comin’.
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February 1, 2023
Contest : I Shoulda Seen It Comin'
Sponsored by : John Lawless
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