The darkest Desert

(as i went through one of my first journals i wrote, i realized just how personal i got in it. it was after a very long relationship ended abruptly. honestly, you would probably think less of me if i put some of the more personal (and emotionally explicit) entries in, which i am not concerned about in the least, but at this moment i would feel most comfortable not putting those in; maybe in the future. anyways, here is 'The darkest Desert')

The darkest Desert.

I can't see.

The darkest Desert.

I can't hear.

The darkest Desert.

I can't feel.

My pen is running out of ink.

My mind is running out of words.

I am running out of time.

My cistern is full of sand.

Not mud, but sand.

My thirst hasn't been quenched in years.

But on the thought, has it ever been 

filled?

Always better.

Always next.

Not here.

Not now.

Next.

My feet drag and blister against

the cold desert sand, for it is night.

When will someone be able to put

their faith in me without it having

to falter once again.

Once nothing.

That's what I was.

But now a stranger has given me shelter 

and now becomes a friend, a savior.

But now how many times will I flee.

Looking for Bigger. Better. Next.