Names I knew.
Friends turned to
Faint silhouettes,
Lips that once called
Are cobwebs now.
I've walked through
My hollow self.
A museum of
Forgotten laughs-
Broken vows pinned
Like insects.
I've dried out of
My rivers.
Emptied oceans.
Blocked all the light
And bleached up
Colours.
I've blocked all
The echoes.
The den of my
Thoughts is abode
Of bird droppings
That are crippled.
Dreams are lost.
Aspirations, doused.
Ambitions for what??
Everything is ash
And dust.
A skeleton with
Scraped off flesh.
But where do all
The tears come from?
Am I not a
Desert yet??
The floods still
Find me.
The corpse still
Weeps.
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