The Desert Dweller

Have you ever wondered what great an evil could it be that would actually convince a person to commit murder? Do you ever wonder how it would be if the whole world abandoned you? What is it like to be lonely? I have never experienced any of these things, but I put myself in such a situation and I think I've come up with one of my best metaphorical works.


The Desert Dweller

The wind blowing hard,
My flesh dry and scarred,
Isolated from the world of men I sit down to weep.
The sky my dear friend,
With whom quality time I spend,
From this cruel abandonment great wisdom I begin to reap!

Not even a shot,
With which death I could’ve bought,
Is with me to use and be delivered from this sorrow.
Neither the dunes all around,
Nor the storming wind whistling sounds,
Care to spare a moment, for my attention to borrow!

Hear me I plead,
My body aches, my mind bleeds,
The wretched thieves have left me alone to perish!
Without what I sought,
Desolated and left to rot,
Afflicted by loneliness and my heart fatally blemished!

With the pain of defeat,
I walk this desolated street,
Filled with unleveled sand, that stimulates soreness in my feet.
The hot sun devastating,
Discomfort in me inflating,
To the merciless Earth below me I am naught but a hearty treat!

I am a portrayal of gloom,
Wished by many to soon meet my doom,
For not a soul wishes my comradeship, considered am I worthless.
A lone wanderer gone astray,
Seeking, for light in the day,
Darkness my conqueror, tormenting me, destroying me, my refrain useless!

Up ahead a pool I sight,
And run with haste and desperate might,
Only to learn that my mind has weakened enough to trust illusions!
The desert to me so delude,
Merciless and intensely rude,
My mortal body the primary victim of the fierce desert’s contusions!

I lay down in misery,
Drenched in memories of dreadful treachery,
The disrespect to faithfully made oaths has ruptured my blind heart!
The scorching sun on my naked back,
Basic nutrition my dying body lacks,
Crawling on the hostile ground, a pathetic cry I slowly start.

I am naught but a contemptible soul,
On whom betrayal has taken its toll,
I pray for deliverance with severe faith, hoping, waiting!
Come will a day when I shall smile,
Walking in peace on heaven’s aisle,
Till then I shall pray with severe faith, always hoping, always waiting!