I Wandered the Desert Alone

I wandered the desert alone, oh, what a dream to remember! 
    'Twas a place of extremes. Gorgeous yet frightening. A swelteringly hot 
            Barren terra incognita that stretched far beyond the horizon.
             I walked for miles and miles; feeling more lost by the hour,
                  I turned, following my footprints back to civilization.

But unbeknownst to me, a sandstorm roared, erasing footprints I made earlier.
   Staggering, fighting my fatigued body and moribund spirit, I paused briefly,
       Barely standing upright, with arms akimbo trying to catch my breath.
           "Where am I?", I wondered in a panic. Sweat streaming down my 
  brow, I continued traversing the never-ending stretch of desolate wasteland.

     The chances of finding my way out of this vast sea of sand, improbable.
               "Is this how it all ends? How will I make it out here alive?"
   I asked myself, drowning in an ocean of pessimism. Thoughts in my head
Dark and morbid. I'm lost. A nightmare come true! The chances for a rescue 
         In this unforgiving no man's land couldn't seem more unlikely. 

    An oasis, a needle in the haystack. I'm increasingly asphyxiated by thirst.
    Before long, I chanced upon a tree trunk still standing tall, frozen in time.
        I took shade on its shadow across the sand, defeated, begging God 
  For a quick end to my misery. Instead, heavens opened up, and down came 
  The rain. An augury of hope...my salvation! Oh, what a dream to remember! 



Date written and posted: 10/02/2018

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