My first poem. "Victoria"

First Critique

Second Critique

Victoria

I miss her more than water

in the desert where I contemplate

The suicidal tendencies

Where she is real

Everything else is fake

The sand runs fast like memories

away from me, emotionally

It's time that heals a fading heart

with the opacity of distant love

The sharp sting of my actions

Leave a growing red perimeter

Surrounding my empty hand

But still holding to the dream

Of a future with her

As the sun goes down

I'm found on the ground

Yet, brought back to life

by a fleeting thought

Of Victoria