Desperation

I claw through the dunes of unhappiness. Even knowing that I cannot get through. Every time I finish one, I see another. It struggles to live, yet I wish it not. They pop up randomly around the red globe. And so, they survive, wiggling out their song. Despair in its true glory. I cannot kill all of it, the only time I did was when I was young. There was a lot less then. Now, they heap and stack atop each other. Pile my worries along with theirs. Does he? Does he not? Lie myself down to take a break. And watch as the red, red tides flow on the red, red shore. No colors that I have seen before. Wanting more and more of it And yes, I am addicted to it. Oh what keeps me from asking? Oh what will he reply? Can I live without him? This, my friend, is love.