Oasis

Stranded

Loneliness

Out of control

Chaotic spin

Fall to the ground

Can’t get back up on your feet

Drowned in constant sorrow

Letting the quicksand swallow you alive

No pat on the back

Or job well done

No congratulatory exclamation

Or greeting card mailed

Another life wasted

With roads ahead

Forks not decided

With open ports

And sails down

Defeated

Exiting the room

Like a ghost through the door

© 2015 David Greg Harth

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