The Desert Rose

The desert preys upon me It entangles its arms Reaches for me, Plunges its hands into my heart And pulls me Into its cold and winding paths Submerged with the coldness Of the nothingness that makes it up! The desert preys upon me And as I walk upon it I can feel The eyes of Death following me As if It were my master And I, Its slave! I walked for long, Nearly reached the end of it Before the weight of its gloom Pushed me to my knees And sobbing As would a toddler in a tantrum, I held out my palms And prayed For my release, Through the needy touch Of Death! After all, If walking into the desert's midst Leads to nowhere Why am I to keep on my way More so, Since it itself preys upon me Caring not to protect me And to shower me with its love As to allow me to bloom into Its own desert rose!