Deserted desert night

Deserted desert night

A Poem by Victor Warui
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We don't have to struggle with what is killing us from inside. Something must be done!

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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


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Added on February 25, 2019
Last Updated on February 25, 2019
Tags: Mental health, fight, struggle, life, fate, choice

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Victor Warui
Victor Warui

Nairobi, Kenya



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