Poem Series: Time: the melodramatic agony of being late for doughnuts in the breakroom

A desert
a wasteland
a place of bareness

a town of ghosts does dwell
the scent of a mirage does linger

standing
alone
with no respite
as emptiness grows inside

the time was wasted
the chance was wasted
the starkness speaks
with silent words

alone
with what could have been
there hollowness
in the desert

 

P. S. If you like poems with melodramatic agony, there is another one on the blog. It was from March 14, 2018.