The Eternal Caravan
Who know what I seek within me,
In this heap of ashes
neither there is a flame nor any spark.
That passion to live has cooled down,
That fervor to strive and struggle,
My fiery spirit has bowed prone
under the mere weight of grief and woe.
Weary of life's daily grind,
I neither fight nor cherish any desires;
Destined to endure this mortal life
I wander across this scorched desert
looking for an oasis
in the ever shifting sands of time.
Cast out of the eternal caravan
I gaze longingly at the
rising clouds of dust in its wake,
overcome by an insatiable thirst.
Oh, It will be a rude awakening
from the cradle of humanity
to repose in the womb of eternity!
~A Brian Strand's contest.
~09/28/18
~"I Wander the Desert Alone" contest
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2018
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