Nothing shall be

Lost in the desert,
brow beat and empty
Marching the beat
of an old drummers song

Clutching the sand
in a hand I imagine
Thirsting for all
only finding it wrong

Wandering lonely
the shore of a nightmare
Angry moon’s claws
find my heart tender, bare

Slowly but surely
with skills of a surgeon
Ripping my dreams
with the slightest of tears

Daring the day light
to rest on my shoulders
Cast of my eyes
in this heart broken dawn

Hearing the echoes
of seashells that whisper
“fall to your knees,
you are merely a pawn”

Scanning the heavens
for only a flicker,
eyes that I seek
staring down on my face

For soon of this shadow
following closely,
nothing shall be
no, not even a trace