Wasteland, Part 1

Your faith’s gone, love’s lost, hope died. There’s so much anger implied. There’s wasteland in your inside. Your head spins, ears ache, mouth dry. Your word said, lies told, no pride. The time has come now to decide. There’s so much unsaid you hide. Your smiles faked, soul ached, mind cried. Counting time that you bide. At life’s end fake friends deride. There’s wasteland in your inside.

You only saw what you wanted to see. You only became the things that you said you would never be. You should have fought while you still had the chance. But now your life is a lie where you jump when they call the dance.

In the wasteland, treading quicksand.