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Lost in the Desert
How am I supposed to feel?
I don't know what to think
I can't accept it if it's actually real
I'm trying hard not to drink
As I sit in silent paranoia,
Unsure of what I could even do.
Would things be different if I were there with you?
Honestly, maybe, if I must tell the truth.
We've know each other so long.
I could be a sounding board of what's right and wrong
And give you sincere advice.
I'm an advocate of truth, and not just words that are nice.
I've checked my phone at least a dozen times today
Hoping for a message or the words to say
To make everything once again be okay
As thoughts of you fill my mind
Wondering through the desert night
Searching the horizon for a beacon of light
To assure that everything will be alright
When you're safely on the other side.
But I have images of bird picked bones
Already bleaching in the summer sun
As you whisper for help with your final breaths
Before giving into the dark.
The worst part is simply not knowing
I just wish I knew that you were fine
My anxiety is swelling and growing
I hope you know that you're on my mind
While I wait in a panic, biding my time
for some kind of a reply.
I don't know what to think
I can't accept it if it's actually real
I'm trying hard not to drink
As I sit in silent paranoia,
Unsure of what I could even do.
Would things be different if I were there with you?
Honestly, maybe, if I must tell the truth.
We've know each other so long.
I could be a sounding board of what's right and wrong
And give you sincere advice.
I'm an advocate of truth, and not just words that are nice.
I've checked my phone at least a dozen times today
Hoping for a message or the words to say
To make everything once again be okay
As thoughts of you fill my mind
Wondering through the desert night
Searching the horizon for a beacon of light
To assure that everything will be alright
When you're safely on the other side.
But I have images of bird picked bones
Already bleaching in the summer sun
As you whisper for help with your final breaths
Before giving into the dark.
The worst part is simply not knowing
I just wish I knew that you were fine
My anxiety is swelling and growing
I hope you know that you're on my mind
While I wait in a panic, biding my time
for some kind of a reply.
Published 20th Jul 2015
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Anonymous
20th Jul 2015 3:32am
The anxiety in this piece leaps off the page. If it is real, I hope you get relief soon.
20th Jul 2015 3:37am
I hope you hear from this person you deeply care for soon and your mind is put at ease with love Crim
20th Jul 2015 3:53am
I am sure you will hear from them soon -- I have been there too in that place of worry and anxiety so I can sympathize.
Maybe the other person is one simply a bit overwhelmed not in the sense of being depressed, but just needs time to sort themselves out and get some rest, and likely this has nothing at all do to with how they feel about you at all.....
Anyway, being the eternal optimist that I am, I am sure everything will workout just fine..... ♡♡♡ :)
Maybe the other person is one simply a bit overwhelmed not in the sense of being depressed, but just needs time to sort themselves out and get some rest, and likely this has nothing at all do to with how they feel about you at all.....
Anyway, being the eternal optimist that I am, I am sure everything will workout just fine..... ♡♡♡ :)
20th Jul 2015 9:52pm
I remember hearing a song from Todd Rudgren called Parallel Lines and it spoke of how sometimes the paths we traverse are parallel to each other, but never cross or merge. Its frustrating as hell in reality, but it gave me the sense to know that you are doing all you can despite the results not being what you want them to be. The other person is somewhere else where they need to be on their path for whatever reason. Let nature do its thing, is what I say. I know its not hopeful, but its all I got.
20th Jul 2015 11:21pm
I appreciate the sentiment of your comment, but this poem is actually about some friends that were literally stranded out in the desert over the weekend while canyoneering. I was supposed to go with them but went camping with some other friends instead. They got lost but got cell phone signal long enough to ask for help before the signal cut back out, and search and rescue then had to go find them. Late last night they were found and are ok, but I was really worried and wrote a poem about it. I still haven't heard the story, I am supposed to see one of them tomorrow and I will find out what went wrong. I was worried one of them got hurt or something, and nobody knew exactly where they were. I know my friend isn't the smoothest in those situations, and I can usually help him focus better when we hike together.
I know I write a lot of worrying poems. I guess I will try to stop doing those so much. But I just write what I feel...
I do appreciate the comment and the advice though.
I know I write a lot of worrying poems. I guess I will try to stop doing those so much. But I just write what I feel...
I do appreciate the comment and the advice though.
21st Jul 2015 9:48pm
Oh! So this is literally about the desert. hahaha. Ok. I automatically convert to symbolic mode when I read most peoples poems. Thanks for the clarification. But I guess it works on both levels, huh? Thats a sign of good writing, if you ask me.
22nd Jul 2015 1:11am
sad, sad write - very emotional plea from the heart - if it is actual I hope your plea is answered
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