the hot dry wind
caressed my face
as the cyclone in the distance
drew closer to where I stood
I have been wandering
this desert for months
I have seen my life
pass before my eyes
over and over again
I keep analyzing my past mistakes
skipping over the good
because the bad choices
outshine the good ones
the scars of actions and
words of myself and others
haunt me in this wasteland
the joy of happy memories
are standing patiently
at the corner of my mind
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