deserted

deserted

08.22.09, 7:30 pm
Filed under: ee.leven. | Tags: poetry, undeniables

Sometimes relief

Comes slow

Or not at all

And those are long

Thirsty

Days.

 

Looking at the mirage

Of hope.

 

So

goes

hours

Of dragging

Through sand,

Time lapses

Slower

Than

Starts                        that

Don’t go.

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