the eternal desert
it's strange how we wither away
Day by day
unnoticed
until we see our hands
and our heads ache.
I am a barren desert
never bearing fruit
there will be no photographs of my starlit past
no future utterings of "your mother was so beautiful in her day"
No future will be birthed from me,
No future progeny
It's selfish to say
but all the same
life is so unfair to many who squeeze their souls to dream
and not cruel enough to those that can smile everyday
Day by day
unnoticed
until we see our hands
and our heads ache.
I am a barren desert
never bearing fruit
there will be no photographs of my starlit past
no future utterings of "your mother was so beautiful in her day"
No future will be birthed from me,
No future progeny
It's selfish to say
but all the same
life is so unfair to many who squeeze their souls to dream
and not cruel enough to those that can smile everyday