Dragontis Jim FE 420chick's blog: "My poetry"

THE GRAY DESERT

Life is a desert for me

A desert of gray cutting sand In cast expansions

I have crawled along this waist land of life my whole life

Whenever I start to feel hope

The wing comes blowing the sharp Gray sand to shred

To shred the flesh

The flesh of my hope and dreams

I survive of the water of hope in the roots

The roots of temporary hope

Hope that lasts not

Many a time I thought I saw An oasis

Shimmering just ahead of me

I ran top them

I did

But when I arrive

Just more gray sand

I think I see one again

This time it is clearer

This time I smell it

Please let you not be another mirage

That would be more then I can survive

JPowell