in restless dreams I walk
across the desert floor
searching for things that are nevermore
my screams of rage echo off canyon walls
to be heard by nothing more than my own ears
the sand dry as the lies told to me
deserted in this desert of loneliness
tears like silent raindrops fall
never to be seen again
in the parched sun on naked earth
the memory of love dulled
on my knees my soul grasps at fatal misconceptions
of love and divine intervention
or maybe a mystic door left ajar where I can escape
the demons that plague me
~ D Donner ~