Deserted desert nightA Poem by Victor WaruiWe don't have to struggle with what is killing us from inside. Something must be done!
Its been years years since my voyage went south
Things went so fast, suddenly I was washed up The shore of an islet of loneliness and self pity Nobody in sight, bare rocks and a horizon of Seamlessly endless water in ocean of no hope Alone, just me, myself and my demons, Hungry and desperate, the recipe for an introvert Sounds of the crashing tides on rocks, unheard I was immune and numb, unnerved to pain Focus on fighting them, them deadly demons To the world, I'm lonely but deeply content But inside I've got company but tormented My conscience highly doubts my sanity While my sanity questions my existence I pry but they are wise, they out manoeuvre me They beat me, roll me over, laugh at me Leaving me dry drained and for the dead. They leave me trapped, feeling like a mermaid Left in the Sahara desert at night, waterless Engulfed by Iron cold air and hot sand below. Its suffocating, tormenting and pure torture A siren in the desert only armed with a candle To keep away those ultra venomous scorpions And the hungry desert vipers slithering around High above in the moonless desert night, The owls and hawks are circling in anticipation Awaiting for a chance my light goes off to pounce This is another of many duels with my inner demons But this time I want out. No more to mental torture A mermaid, no legs, I must glide on the soft hot sand My candle leading the way, to light my path The flame dancing tuneless to the windless night Amid the angry hissing of the under fed snakes A steady pace not to disturb my hope, the flame As long as I keep my candle aflame, and the flame alight I'm winning this war, the sea is not far off, i can feel it Then comes the familiar sound, the most dreaded The whistling of night desert wind, blowing slowly Towards my direction. If it takes away my only weapon I'm the prey to be hunted, I'll be stuck here forever If I can't drown them, if i cant beat them I'll need help, it only takes one word, HELP The fact my demons are drowning me up Maybe someone out there can help Maybe the horizon isn't a blanket of sea after all Maybe my islet is my own creation of disintegration I'll need someone to pull me out real fast I will not suffer silently, my hope will not go off My candle must remain lit, to light my way No one needs to go through ill mental health Its a disease eating people away And they don't wanna talk about it Keep your candle aflame by calling out help And they will shield you from wind till you are strong again. © 2019 Victor Warui |
StatsAuthorVictor WaruiNairobi, KenyaAboutAspiring to retrace Shakespeare's steps though am completely unworthy. more..Writing
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