I was going through a rough patch where I was feeling lonely and depressed. As I usually do, I was trying to process my feelings through poetry. This is my brain dump after introspection. Do enjoy….
Desert wailing in anguish, lashing out
wind screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeching like
angry toddler throwing tantrums,
chucking clumps of sand about like toys
around deserted nursery.
Sun hides behind dusty curtain;
sudden haze dims the gaze.
It is hard to breathe.
Sand tries to find permanent home in gut,
replacing air carrying oxygen to starving lungs.
Bent figure crouched, hiding from murderous wind’s
Intent to flay exposed skin.
tortured tantrum passes.
Wind dies down, billowing sand cloud settles.
Weary traveller left to live another day – or maybe not.
Psychotic heat takes over killer storm’s shift; dehydration imminent.
Moisture flees before onslaught of cloying drought –
MUST ….. FIND…. WATER……
Suddenly, glint whispers seductive hope to arid tongue,
renewing strength, putting hammer to pain’s blockade.
Every step brings faith for liquid deficiency’s reprieve,
The taste of cool water driving force for pushing forward.
Relief washed away in optimism’s cleansing steam
bubbling up from anticipation’s source.
Each step a joy, fierce sun now no longer harsh,
Traveller now confident refreshment is steps away….
Renewed energy infuses tired limbs; traveller pushes to cool fiery throat.
But, cruel Fate’s prank
deals death blow’s punch line:
Hours of walking, no closer to intended goal.
On reaching the spot where oasis should be found,
Refreshing salvation non-existent; only dry, dusty ground.
Love was only a mirage.