Alone

I walk on a deserted path in the middle of a desert,

walking aimlessly in search for water.

I see the shadows of skirts and shirt,

but I can’t see those who matter.

Recognition is to me what water is to the mouth,

I can’t hear the echo of my last applause.

I think I lost my voice, I can’t even shout.

I can still think but my mind is full of chaos.

I live aimlessly, doing what is told.

I feel my spine but feel like a spineless wreck.

I walk in a desert but I still feel cold,

I work so hard, yet don’t have a cheque.

Heat is the pressure surrounding me,

And cactus is the words of my folks.

I smile and laugh to appear full of glee,

but my soul is crushed by your mocks.

The light is vanishing as the sun goes down,

I lose all hope and hear the scorpions crawl.

In the darkest night I wait for my heart to moan,

Is when a smoke from the ground comes up in a ball,

It takes me high into the clouds with my voice on fire,

The heat inside me melts the cold outside,

I see my wishes come true and so do my heart’s desire,

my mind shifts phases like a high tide.

I spent all night twisting and turning,

thinking of the world beyond.

The sun rose in my face, early in the morning,

to show me water in a pond.

I realized the night was a dream,

so I ran faster than my cologne,

to the water that was a mirage of steam.

I screamed and shouted at myself, because I was all alone.