In the Mist
The bottles are empty
No wine to be found
No pleasures to be had
But
People go on smiling
Happiness lies in the mist
Escaping my grasp
Truths and Happiness slip through my fingers like sand
A desert of sadness
No refreshment
No respite
Small glimpses of joy
Only mirages
It is monsoon season
But
I am dry
Rain evaporates as it hits
I am bombarded by ghosts
A laugh
A smile
Nothing left inside
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I just want to put my writing out there to get comments and critiques. The point of writing is to create a dialog. I want to start that dialog now.
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