Soul Survivors

Grains of haunting hollowness
stretched as a endless Sahara of loneliness
across the mind's playground.
Treading step by painful step
in futile social nuances,
praying some sanctuary of compassion
will appear that isn't another mirage
of someone's false promises.

Midnight's wind storms of recrimination
rage in the pillow easel,
suffocating the inner deliverance visions
for finding a single heart to have ears
that might hear one's sobs
over feeling so invisible and insignificant
even in the middle of a crowd.

Soul finds solace
beholding the sight of hope's forming clouds
which hold the promise of love's rainfall.

Moving ahead, feeling so parched inside
from the emptiness,
surviving upon the spirit's eyes
who see possible lovers and oasis
waiting beyond the desolate horizon.