Mirage

Dreams are my inspiration

and also my last escape.

A mirage of limitless imagination.

The solitary scenery thus far

thriving unto a barren wasteland and

masquerading through the 

pungent aroma of

shame.

The stain of your desire is

cast upon the banter of the

voices screaming and moaning 

in your head.

STOP!

NO!

YOU ARE ALONE!

Walking through the sand,

waiting for an end,

patiently....

painfully.....

 waiting......

A vanishing afterthought 

as

 you awake from your

torment.

Reviews

[Alex Vandool]

This is brilliant. I really feel a strong connection and profound depth of feeling and understanding in your writing. It is wise, tender, touchingly beautiful and elegantly flawless....Signs and thoughts of the perfect poetry. Thanks

[Jack Wolfe]

This was a good write, it speaks of a desolate soul trying to break free from the very barriers it put up itself . . . loneliness, shame, isolation, these are the comforts, they're familiar with, a deviation could indeed turn in on itself, perhaps causing more distraction. Well done, Deandra.

[Deandra Dawn]

Thank you so much!