Twenty Seven Months
written by: Robin McNamara
@thewindingroad1
Twenty seven
months ago
In a bottled
land
of awakening
dread
Laid my soul
like dead
garden leaves.
The vicissitudes
of this coat
I wore
on days
stagnated
with the sweat
of toil
on roads of
rocks.
An unforgiving
Saharan desert
in the house of I
No prophet,
nor no scholar
could
Water the unknown
sands,
its fine grains
slipping
through my
hands
As footprints
embedded
this nomad Place,
thousands others
had come before,
malnourished
the vultures
had picked
the bones of their
discontent in this
Desert
of Saharan land,
waterless.
Crimson flecks of
blood
on fingers,
grasping mirages
floating across
those blue,
cold, deadened eyes.
I Searched
desperately
for
forbearance,
Like a pilgrim
searching for the
Enlightened path
Via the bones of
those
before them
In a never ending
Saharan desert.
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