by John Trent
Suffocating
Heat grips this faithless arid land
Windless figments dance and rise
Always, ever out of reach,
The shimmering mirage gives hope
With each step,
My thirst grows stronger
Yet, I walk.
Walk this ever changing path of sand
The dunes shift and fall on currents of a powerful wind
Eternally,
Searching,
Step by step……..
Knowing, I must find the spring of life
Every step,
I struggle,
Struggling more than the last!
Like undulating giants on the ancient sea floor
My obstacles gather and grow
………...And the eternal vastness
So very dry, this thirst consumes!
Should I take respite?
Should I succumb to the very essence of death?
No………
I must not falter
For I must find His spring,
As the tracks of my past slowly fade
On this quest for everlasting life
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