What I wanted
was never given.
Now, what they offer
is apathy—
a void all I feel.

They criticized the desert,
yet all it needed
was a drop of water.
Instead, they offered a mirage.

Now there is no mercy.
It is the rough sand—
for them,
the arid ruin they created.

Now it is a heart of stone
the fearless eye of barren storm—
a total internal reflection!
never bound by laws.