LONELY EARTH

All the water is gone.

No fish left in the pond.

Sodas are all off the shelf.

Maybe my last breath to myself.

What will become of me ?

Only the taste of salt from the sea.

My baby needs some milk.

Then some walk, bypass in silk.

I am past the point of crying.

Past the point of shying.

Cast upon an empty earth.

All the cities, an abortion of birth.

Last night I had a dream.

The earth was empty, left only me.

I sat on a lonely rock to cry.

Only to drink the tears from my eyes.

from my poem book - DREAMS 2