Standing here in this barren wasteland of dunes and tumble weeds,
I find myself more alone then I have been in a while.
There is nothing out here, savor a few sun cracked rocks and red sand hills;
Not what I am looking for to replace the cool waters I remember from when I was with you.
My throat is too dry to call out for help.
Not that there is anyone near enough around to hear my pleads.
The sun is beating down on my unprotected body,
You have left me here, in this vast emptiness, completely defenseless against the unknown.
But it no longer matters, I come to realize as I look down at my hands;
They are slowly dispersing; dispersing into grains of sand,
Drifting downwards, most likely to join the rest of the girls’ whose hearts you have trampled;
To become like the rest of them, just another pile of sand that you never need pick up. |
Submission Name: Piles Of Sand
