Mirage

August 22, 2007 at 4:20 pm Leave a comment

Searching through the desert
My body breaks under the heat
Yet as I look on the vast expanse of sand
Pristine, blue water sparkles in the distance
I fight my exhaustion and travel onward
The sun beats upon my back, and the sand on my face
I shield my face from the sand and walk for miles
Yet, I gain not on my destination
My mind torments me as my heart loses hope
What is this evil that I am always perceiving, never receiving
Does rest come at such great cost
That I must die before I reach my destination

The desert will play tricks on your mind
And the lack of ‘reward’ will break your spirit
But suffer these trials
Ever pressing on towards the prize

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This one needs a lot of work, I know. I do like the last bit, however. Perhaps that is why it’s separated from the rest of the … hmm… can I even call that a poem? It’s not very poemy. Oh well. There it is.

Anon

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