my wishes i have packed <br />and stowed away in a chest <br />my dreams i recognize not <br />nor they identify with me <br />when did it all change <br />so completely <br />so silently.. <br />is it always this cruel <br />this drought of passion <br />this desert of apathy.. <br />creeping into my sentience <br />even as i sleep <br />with eyes wide open <br />and breathing...ennui.. <br />is it my dreams that i miss <br />or is it that i miss me <br />... <br />the person i used to be <br />the soul within this sheath <br />the pulse that whispers <br />within banks it once upheaved <br />is it not me.. <br />i'm looking for <br />is it not me i've lost at sea <br />water...water...it's everywhere <br />yet none i have <br />to flood this captive free......<br /><br />wardha jawdat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/parched-sea/
