Desert of Overcast Blues

Desert Of Overcast Blues I walked in a desert of overcast blues sandy undertow wicked and laced with red rust. Old , worn-out and sad are my feeble trekking shoes yet onward with flowing tide travel I must. Treading bastions of false hope and scary tales heaped with desperate tales I did so want to hear. Oceans of sweet soothing lies bigger than blue whales and me unable to stop running from my fear. Where scolding shadows cry out my deepest regrets red dust pulling me down into a darkened pit. There hellish madhouse laughs and wins all futile bets cutting into my lost soul with every hard hit. Longing for days, when mere boulders stood in my path. Begging relief from night's cuts of demonic wrath. Robert J. Lindley, 5-03-2016 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 Total # Syllables: 168 Total # Lines: 18 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 124 Sonnet, 12 on 12....