Mirage in a Dead Desert

This poem is about a character who was betrayed by somebody he loved or just cherished. His muse exists in every piece of art that this character has ever created but to the one who betrayed him, this character was never important. This theme continues to revolve in many poems by me, most importantly in "I Sent the Text" poetry series. 

drops full of anger, guilt and betrayal pouring down

from my eyes like rain in a sleepless night

soaked in blood and it’s stains on my gray shirt

two daggers stabbed at the same spot

their existence in my words and work

but for them I’m just a mirage,

a pseudo reflection of life in a dead desert

a hand to pull them out of it, a toy to be pushed into it

a ecosystem flourishing in peace but burnt down by fire one night

my quill, my papers untouched for a time,

lived in an illusion, a lie, that unforgivable sin