Sunday, June 11, 2017

Drought.

Drought.




I’m undergoing an emotional drought,
I had hoped to have been fulfilled,
Living the life of a sated man,
But I feel somehow underwhelmed,
By the attentions that do not come.
Peace of mind can be a testing game,
The attractive counterpart, companionship
Would reveal much, if the scorching
Desert was not putting out desire,
Or refusing now to fan the flame.
Landscapes changing but not for me,
I am drowning without a fluid cause,
Which is quite depressing I fear,
To be parched for a womanly touch,
In an ocean that once enveloped me.