Adrift


Into the desert I roam
Dying of thirst
Wracked with hunger
There is no blood in this world of emptiness
Hollow people with empty voids for bodies
Ghosts of a dream denied
Hearts withered and lacking substance
The only poetry I hear comes from the tortured and damned
Sliding toward oblivion
Everything else is dry silence
Faded memories
Songs from yesterday that I feed on
Walking further adrift into the nothingness
Waiting for darkness to come.