Wilderness

Squinting to see the once vivid trail,
I halt.
Forced (by unseen restless forces) I immediately,
Press on.

My eyes adjust to the dim light,
I then see the trail has blown away,
The desert sands shifting smirk turns to a grin.

How long have I been walking this way?
How long have I been off trail?
How long before I find my way?
How long will I have light?
How long will I have life?
How long does this path GO. Or should I stay?

Disturbed by the shadowy faces in the shifting sands,
My eyes peer up (after seasons have changed),
Hadn't I escaped the wilderness weeks ago?
Hadn't I found the way?

I HAVE escaped the pain of death,
Yet the pain of living is still there.

My eyes are left hunting for familiarity,
My soul seems abandoned
while it searches for comfort,
My heart forsaken longs for saturation,

My lungs filled with sand
pant for life,

My mind is darkened,
Deprived of rest.

THE

SUN FADES

TAUNTING LAZILY ITS

FAREWELL

Swallowed by darkness, my eyes see a star.
My mind, now illuminated, is directed north,
Worship in the Wilderness is the only means of escape.