By Rich Grimm   Outlaw5503@aol.com
Date: 17 March 2000

Forsaken

With sadness deep within my soul, I look at two people in love-
And reluctantly, turn away…
Realizing that they are part of a world I no longer can exist in.
Never again shall loves warm breeze blow across my face,
But gust through the sand of my desert heart- obscuring any trace…
Of those who have been there, until all that's left is a barren wasteland-
Full of dead or dying dreams, shattered hopes…
And the memories that become demons at night.