I am the desert, the vastness of the sea,I am the loneliness in me,
the empty eyes,the washed out skies,the silent pleading of my cries.
I am the emptiness I feel,a reel without the line,the grape minus the sweetness of the vine
and time does not relent.
I am the,
'Sent to Coventry' and all I hear or see
are places she should be
and she is not.