Nothing but ripples

You say the sand
beneath your feet
is hot
You lie
for your grievance
is nothing
But a reflection of
water in desert
which turns to smoke

I am a fool
trying to walk
In a house with no floor
But I know
the debris are real

The pain is true
the wounds fresh
the darkness
the death
I know it's real

The promiseland is almost here
but my feelings
just sore
I maybe don't even
want to get there
anymore
The light at the end
is hope but fickle
All you created for me
was nothing but ripples

The inn

this is the lonliest bar in town
it cures loneliness
and depression
sometimes it cures suicide
but most of the times
it cures me from the agony of sobriety
and my life from the darkness of longevity