Mirage

Going by the lonely road

listening to my own footsteps

watching the dull brownish-

black color below,

I was not thirsty at all

till I hadn't seen you-

O Mirage!

My throat suddenly started becoming dry at your sight

and my tongue tortured

as if I was thirsty for years.

You promised me bliss by giving

water which I never desired.

I ran madly at you,

only to see

a hopeless and disgusting dusty ground.

I cried and yelled

        and 

now I am dying O Mirage

by the thirst that

does not even exist in

real 

Reviews

[Brenda Woods]

Beautiful! Love the concept and the imagery used - keep up the good work :)