Wandering through the desert
Wondering where I went wrong.
I’m searching for something
I always believed was there.
Now I’m all alone in a dry and desolate
Place
Solitude seems to have become my only
Friend
Where do they all go in your time of need?
Friends that is.
They say they’ll be there, but when things
Get thick they thin out.
The flatlands look very different when you’re
The one walking through them
It seems you can see others, but they can’t see you.
Even though you’re seemingly on the same path.
Heads down. Eyes to the ground.
Searching for the place that will
Nourish them and draw them back to
Living again.
Nate Melugin 