Mirage

by

Richard Betts Jr.

Wounded, I crawled through the desert
On heavy hands and bleeding knees,
Searching for something that might offer
Some sanctuary and a brief reprieve.

I pushed on and, in delirium,
I tried to drink the dirt,
So thirsty was I to escape
The heat and unrelenting hurt.

Off in the distance,
I found a soft and secluded place.
Full of trees and flowing streams
And your friendly, smiling face.

I crawled into the shade
And struggled until I could stand.
Only then did I realize
You never offered me you hand.

As my spirit was under siege
And battling life's constant barrage,
I uncovered my greatest illusion -
Your friendship was just a mirage.

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