I Coming Back From a Desert Place
I coming back from a desert place
O dry it was and waterless
The drought rose up and strangled me
With cracking fist, and humorless
The thing like a predator took hold
Its claws sucking where its beak should be
The leaves turned gold then brown and old
The wind stirred dust and misery
I coming back from a desert place
My tongue parcht, stiff became
And every word I used to wet my taste
Became a scalding, gritty flame
But I here am to tell from trickling love
That arid winter premature in despair
I have a God watching o'er from above
And liquid are his promises everywhere
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2010
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