The Barren Lands

In the desert in the vast sand dunes and empty landscape,

With no rain the heat never ceases thereby hurting the feet,

For miles and miles nowhere to rest and only warm sandy breeze,

Beneath the blazing sun the cactus flowers bloom,

The trees are barren,

High up in the sky I see hawks circling nearby,

Trying to find my way through with no water and no food,

Long barren stretches all the way with no sign of any life,

Lost in a desert I see a tree is on the bank of a pond of water,

I quickly run towards it but it seems to be moving further away,

Then I realize it is a mirage that I see on this warm sunny day,

Sand storms begin to arise,

As a steady wind begins to blow,

Fine sand lying on the ground begin to vibrate,

Unable to take the heat anymore I fall down and faint,

When I wake up,

I find myself in an old run-down place,

I open my eyes and thank my stars for being safe,

And decide to never get lost in the barren lands again.

8 thoughts on “The Barren Lands”

I can’t help but think of this as a metaphor for the people we come across in life…Some are just mirages hiding barren lands…Beautiful poem!

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I wouldn’t want to get lost there either! But nice to imagine it from the images you conjure up. Thanks for posting 🙂

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Nicely written!

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