Why can't I write
Something emotional.
Something vulnerable?
Have grown numb?
Do I feel nothing?
I scratch myself. Bite.
I bring a spade to
Dig up my chest.
Split it with an axe to
See if I make any sense.
I search for drops of
Emotions restlessly.
I go deep and deep
To find nothing-
Aridity reeks in here.
And I seem to have
Stranded here for so long
That I've built an
Ecosystem for myself.
The date trees.
Camels to hitch a
Laughter riot.
Caravans pass by-
No strings attached.
My distance from the
Rains. Distance from
Any attachments to
Water-
There's an Oasis at
A far distance but
I only need that to
Quench my thirst.
There's lots of
Cacti infestation says
My therapist/ecologist.
I say it's just harmless
Humour and sarcasm.
She says that's coping
Mechanism of a desert.
So I am trapped inside
A character?
And how she goes on
About how Cacti are
Designed to trap
Others for moisture.
You mean I trap people
Who are emotional?
She declares-
Narcissism is a proper
Desert ecosystem-
It's global warming.