In this desert of black.
Where I can usually see, now I see nothing.
All the emotions are dried up and cracked.
A life full of pain shoots straight up my back.
Every action seems to lack purpose.
Hints of voices plead for me to be brave.
But in here a plan is as good as a grave.
I’ve walked North, South, East, and West.
But yielded nothing in this utter mess.
Helpless I feel as I ride this wave.
Of sand and darkness, everyday.
Glass fully empty, as I die of thirst.
Forcing it only to make it worse.
Her sun beats down in a pounding rage.
My sanity I pay as an emotional wage.
My days are numbered in this wretched place.
Visions of pain, mirages of grace.
I can’t solve this riddle in my finite head.
Too much data, the puzzle is dead.
A much bigger deal to me it seems.
When will this nightmare turn back to a dream?