An Oasis Of Desire Poem by Roxy Kovács

At midnight it's all quiet,
I thought about a hundred things that I would say to you,
But I'm blue.
And these days I feel really satisfied,
But at nighttime, I feel like there's only me and God.
And I cried all the oceans and rivers,
The shiny drops from my eyes are getting heavier than the bricks they are throwing at me.
This can't go on forever,
I should know that I can't predict the unpredictable.
All the preachers preaching,
All the vultures circling,
If only I could've seen everything but the dark clouds,
If only I could've stayed lit, not burned out.
The flapping of the wings wouldn't be this loud,
I wouldn't be stick in this foreign land; I would be out.
My reflection isn't even me anymore,
I'm only me when I'm crying and I'm lying on the floor.
And the guilt that it grows,
Feels as miserable as this little prose.
And as I'll watch the wisteria grow over my feet,
I'll say with a sour smile on my face,
"It was all beneficial and sweet".