Drifting

Could be lost
Don't know this place
Sandy dunes of wasted inspiration
A looking glass in its rawest form

Sands crawl over my skin
Looking for some place to hide
In hopes of being carried far from here
Reborn in the madness beyond

But I am in no hurry to return
Reveling in this dry heat
Unsoaked by tainted emotions
Though still controlled

Home
It seems a million miles away
I both ache and smile
Awash with freedom, heart still looking back

Vultures circle
I wonder what they see
Just another piece of decaying meat
Or has their eye traveled beyond me

Soured
By the flesh of a lost poet
Filled with the rancid remains
Of all they've left