dunes

a desert of dream
stumbling over
shifting dunes
no north star
to guide me
only mirages
beckoning out
from the endless
desolation stretching
as far as my mind
could project
the emptiness within
an uncertainty
where sleep becomes
a tall tale on par
with happily ever after
and mythical home
not sure if i
managed to sleep
or if the images
shattered in step
with the madness
icicles scraping
my dessicated heart
straining the sand
for shards of hope

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