A lonely song

It was hot in the desert
a heat as sharp as the steel
of my financial defeat.

In the deep end of the bar
with sweats of alcohol
sticking my back to the seat.

I was done, I knew well
the way back home through
the familiar told you so.

I met him right then,
shunting his electric gaze
not thinking, that low.

“Are you ready to submit,
to accept? on your knees,
the way to salvation?”

Why was I shaking then?
What was his visible force
taking me back from my death?

“Do you want to be doomed?
or with a click of faith,
the same as the greatest greats?”

Here I am today, not wiser,
in this vast colonial room,
reflecting back on the fork.

The weight of the future
is crushing my aging back
as I cry in the hallways at night.

The solace of the drink is gone,
and my friends are hissing
in the dark.

Meet Iranian Singles

Iranian Singles

Recipient Of The Serena Shim Award

Serena Shim Award
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Meet your Persian Love Today!