White Flag

Another poem

Need becomes irrelevant
as 3am slowly passes by,
a constant companion
to your wandering mind.
I can feel my strength
rested up upon
every empty promise,
leaving the base unsteady,
desire waving recklessly,
just a single white flag of hope
amongst the red sea
of scarlet letters and bitter regrets
that drown out hope and consequence.
But the dreams still wave strong
sparkling amongst the endless lies,
each slowly revealed,
shattered upon the delicate base.
Always soft, yet sturdy,
crumbling, but unyielding,
constantly protecting each dream
and shielding every desire
until the day it's all overcome
and the red sea unfolds,
revealing a white sandy ground
for all to rest upon.