Desert of Broken Dreams

A poem inspired by my anger at the futility of every day life.

What I want, I have not found
but without it I will surely drown.
My mundane life consumes my dreams,
spits our their bones
laughs in my face.

The lofty ideas of youth
have fallen in the sand at my feet.
This barren desert stretches vastly
no end in sight
my being melts in the heat.

Forever I wander here,
caught between the real
and the dream lands.
I yearn for an oasis
but find only mirages, taunting and teasing
with their elusive promises.

- Krystal Jones

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