Jul 04
Desolate
Desolate in the wake
Of desires reawakened
Then left behind
Life a mystery that
No one can solve
Beneath the surface
Roiling thoughts
Bubble with want, need
Desperate to feel
To hold, to touch
It comes to the surface
Fighting for air
A way to achieve
What was lost
Can now be found
Swallowed whole
Breathed in
The luxury bequeathed
And taken for all it is
