Stranded in a Desert

Poetry

Photo by Mike Yukhtenko on Unsplash

Stranded in the middle of nowhere
on a dark night in a cold desert
only wishing to find somewhere
the fountain of the purest waters I seek
while I taste the blandest of dirt

Though untold what the future holds
these wandering legs cannot stop
else these legs would no longer be mine
’cause I’ve known mine to walk on terrains
of dirt, rock, and sand, and they would
‘til they reach the shrine
that my weary heart has planned

With pricked feet from cacti
and a worn out sole that bleeds
I carry on under a starless sky
to feed the soul that greeds

What I see changes with the lights
at times it’s fountains, yet others
the bottom of sandy mountains
but I don’t know for certain
’cause my heart is lost in blurs
’til the mirages finish their bargains

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