This started off as an English assignment and turned into the first poetry I've written in months. Enjoy!
My desert place is not where I am alone
My desert place is haunted
It is haunted by the thoughts of others, and the thoughts that are my own
But mostly, the thoughts of the one who holds influence
The thoughts of the one that I strive to please
The thoughts of the one that I stomp away from, fuming
The thoughts of the one who seems to care so much less than I
The thoughts of the one word answers
The thoughts of the distracted looks
The thoughts of brushing me away
The thoughts of thoughts obviously somewhere else
The thoughts of the one whose thoughts I wish that I could read
These are the thoughts that haunt my desert place.
These are the thoughts that I wish I could escape.
