The Feeling You Get on a Boat in the Middle of Nowhere-Wayne Borders
No land in sight
I’m surprised to know
I’ve made it this far without
Going completely mad or dying.
My mind may be intact,
But my soul is empty.
I have only enough food for stomach.
I felt like dying days ago.
That feeling remains, but
I somehow have made it
For days upon many days
The worse part about my trip from
Beginning, across Nowhere, to End
is the loneliness.
I remain alone.
Sun, blazing upon me bringing dizziness,
I beg you to take my life
as I’ve for days.
I won’t die; it’s as if there is hope.
I was His – Raya Llorens
I Dreamed I was his
And he wanted me.
I dreamed of strong hands
On bare shoulders ,
Skin of oil and dove.
I dreamed of envious eyes
Staring with hatred,
Myself conceited with security.
I was his
And he wanted me.
I dreamed of pink roses,
Of sky tall sunflowers
Laid at my feet
I dreamed of delicate whispers
Of truth and complexity
of meaningful eyes
That yearned only for me
I dreamed I was his
And he wanted me.
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