Disappointment

Rub some more salted earth
Into these open wounds of mine
I'll oblige by biting down hard
On withered olive branches
While you continue to apply
Your special brand of ointment

Amidst the dusty dunes accumulating
Due to your scorched earth policies
I aimlessly wander the arid seas
Left with little choice but to embrace
What would invariably be
Your gift to me

Disappointment

The notion you were one of my peers
The idea that you were a friend
Strung along for many years
Mislead by this meandering mirage
Until the very end
All my trust misspent

It was all in my head
You were never really there
Now I see through the invisible flames
Dancing in the empty desert air
To what I alone must face
What you could only spare for me
Your enduring legacy

Disappointment