mirage

some souls
lost in their own
desert
of broken hearts
keep crawling under
the sun.
nothing stops them.
they
no know other life
than
to stay thirsty,
to stay lost,
to stay heart broken.
a drop or rain
or two
keeps them going though.
a morsel of food.
that mirage
in the distant
wind blown sand
gives them hope.
she likes to give them
hope.