I'm walking through the desert, alone.
Vultures overhead searching for scraps, like me, and I'm
surrounded by their shadows.
I'd rather have hopes than water.
I'd rather have a son than a daughter.
But the sun is calling me out.
Watching my every move and challenging me.
The cracks in the ground are my flaws and what I can't seem
to find is everything I never had that I needed.
Is it weird that I had to re read those last two lines like 6 times? It beautiful though, the way it makes you question what youre reading. The Last two lines make the poem In my opinion. Very good as usual, write more please!
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