what an odd place to put a desert

used to love the warmth of your embrace and the smile on your face. but i couldn't see the darkness behind me. i am the selfish samaritan. and now im stuck in this invisible desert. colorful kites and hungry vultures fly gracefully overhead. dead bones and telephone poles make for great company. the guns always point back home. passive scapegoat. ignore every need. forgive the dry well. your nets speak of my demise. i can't go on like this, so drained. i kneel, empty hands held out with nothing to offer.