Alone in a vast emptiness
the sand, his feelings
that face above the sky
eyes staring wishing to be blind
the sound of tears falling
drops of emotions
wasted feelings
on blood as thick as his intentions
will there be an oasis in the afterlife?
or just more shadows burning to find reasons
will he leave it to the cross?
drive a nail through every frustration
or just let the thirst run its course?
too many questions
for a mind thirsty for answers
too much time
for a mind that wanders-
alone, with so many eyes watching.