Emotional Desert

raining wine

and tears of hollowed out regret

with nothing real now left to feel

 all now that is sought

it feels like nothing

so you seek

for something

and you find

all these things

but you cannot hold on

to what is nothing

in this desert

where nothing quenches

but the thirst

you search

for the thing you've never had

looking with eyes you cannot see with

where this time

it can take forever

like the last time

until the thing you find

reminds you of another ending

every time always 'worth' abandoning

 just in time to start over

again

again 

it begins

never ending

so it goes

stuck in the middle 

in between

as it was

and as it will be

wandering deserted 

truly numb to the heat 

of this desert of the present

hollowing out a shell for yourself

to crawl into and live

off the nothing

and whats left of those salty tears

stimulating the regret

simulating more anger

hoping to rediscover

hope of any kind

looking for anything

resembling a feeling

combing through the memories

fading the past into distortion

losing yourself

killing what's left

re birthing a monster

no longer thirsty 

now made for this place

this emotional desert 

 where happiness always lives off the misery

 

... and baby doll, it's always free

but still expensive; something worthless

yet somehow, still delicious

i pray for a rain

not born of tears

Author's Note

Reviews

[Masked writer]

WOW.Bravo, your thinking is brilliant. A great first read indeed.