Oasis

The sneaking breeze creeps
through the gaps of my window
only to wake and taunt me;
the sleep was my only oasis.

The cracks constantly widen
in this desert of the living,
where I can't see my soul for dust.
I dehydrate to the hollow soundscape
of your echoing last words.

I shut my window,

grab the half full bottle,

flood the inhumane desert.

With the drowning of your vulgar tones
I close my eyes and seek my oasis.