The Eternal Caravan
Who knows what I seek within me,
In a 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 mundane existence
Neither do I fight my fate now
Nor cherish any desires anymore;
Destined to endure this mortal life
I roam across the barren expanse of desert
looking for a guiding trail
in this ever shifting sands of time.
Life, bid me adieu,
Death, hold my hand!
Cast out of the eternal caravan
I gaze longingly at the
rising clouds of dust in its wake.
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
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