Limbo Land
Searching, ever searching, for something . . . for anything at all,
I wander the desert alone.
Lost; I am so very lost.
Fond memories I’d been clinging to -
even they are fleeing (did they ever exist?) and I am left
as barren of hope as is this desert barren of rustling foliage.
Oh, how I thirst, but beyond mere thirst for water,
I thirst for knowledge and for droplets of humanity.
Though the world be as a gigantic pot simmering with iniquity,
I can’t help but miss it; I miss even
the snap of brutal winters and the mayhem of mankind.
Everything the desert is not
is what I now most desperately miss.
Ahead of me, I catch sight of an oasis!
Beautiful palm trees and heavenly blue waters beckon.
I stumbled onward with mounting anticipation.
Has God granted me my miracle,
or has my very life and all my dreams
been nothing but
a mirage?
Oct. 13, 2018 for "I Wander the Desert Alone" Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018
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