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