Poem #3

The dessert sand

a swelling monaing throbing head
wonder if i'm better dropping dead
but walk for your one reason to live
to person to who my life would give
to walk throught the dessert sand
a long journly through endless land

finally comeing to a place to say the least
a small village not to far down to the east
there in the night you got up to the sound
singing and danceing traviled quickly around
your invited to join in the fun and the laughts
your thoughts slolwy split into many halfs

it was all a disguise and as you stayed
time moved continued slowly played
lost in time frozen stuck for 3 years
then he left back home to greet his pears
they who assumed him dead years ago
he hid for revenge in the streets below

By: DepressedPoet