Deserted. A poem.

Desert winds wax and wane
around my anxious senses,
tinged with the scent of the exotic,
the lingering perfume of your passing.
I track through the remnants
of my wandering wastrel heart,
amongst tumbleweeds of loss and regret,
wondering if these angst-ridden components
will ever again rejoin and rejoice.
A fitting Humpty Dumpy end:
all the scattered, arbitrary pieces
you have left behind.

My first book of poetry, The All or the Nothing, is available now as an e-book from most online distributors. To find out more, click here.

Published by stevestillstanding

I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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