Mirage
Hot desert, oasis, so lovely;
just a mirage, farther growing.
Mouth is parched, thirst needs
quenching. This arid earth underneath
cracked feet.
Sweat beads and salty breeze; wondering
but can not think.
Farther it fades, staying the same.
Whispering "Come to me"; Listening;
ignorance all the same. Expectations; this
comforting shame. Today is only a day,
for night is on its way.
Dragging sand between toes, such curses
such woes; Tears rolling, beauty in fallen.
Fire ants scrambling, biting; it burns.
Crusted wind, curling grains of sand;
Can not see, but a mirage; a man ever yearns.
Copyright © Michael Alexander | Year Posted 2014
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