Thursday, February 20, 2020

My Life is a Desert




My Life is a Desert

My life is a desert. Big and brown and empty.
A chill wind blows sand across my heart,
       burying it forever.

Cactus needles pierce my feet and hands,
       making the blood flow red.
I place the Crown of Thorns upon my head.

Broken and bent, I ascend the Cross.
Hanging like rotten fruit from a dead tree,
I gaze across the barren landscape and cry,
"My God! My God! Why have You forsaken me?"

Published on Masticadores USA on March 21, 2022.

Dawn Pisturino
January 30, 2020; March 21, 2022
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