Desolate

On a desolate wasteland I stood

Lost and disoriented

With neither company or comfort

I wandered through it all

 

Thousand acres of sand,

Of dried up land

There wasn’t much to see,

Nothing much really

 

For days I walked on

Not minding anything at all

Just kept on walking

Trying to find something

 

There was naught but the sun and me

Its heated rays bathing me

No any other

Only the sun and me

 

So I continued

On a pilgrimage of no reason

Didn’t think there was anything else

There was only the wasteland.

Author's Note

Image Disclaimer: I do not own the image included. I just found that it suited my piece so there you go. Special thanks to the original artist.

Reviews

[A Touch of Insanity:)]

Very nice poem