...We Are In The Middle Of This Desert..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

last night i punished you.
you came home very late.
you have a cell phone you
did not tell me where you
are and why you are late.
i deserve to know all these.
i waited for hours with all
my worries.

we all suffer for these.
we did not sleep. we felt the
emptiness of our longings.
i was burned by my guilt feelings.
i think of the mosquitoes all over
your body.
My bed is soft, my room is cool.
i have a think blanket around me.

we are in the middle of this
desert.The mirage misleads us
into believing that at the end
is the shoreline of the sea
that will take us inside a boat
into another land of bounty.

here, death has no meaning. Life
too has no meaning at all.
this desert of vengeance, and guilt
and loveless state.