I glanced up at the sky.
The sun pierced through my eyes.
I panted and walked ceaselessly.
My heart trudged, uneasily.
The sand splayed as far as I could see.
My head spun, as I searched sand’s sea.
I looked for something, anything at all.
And just walked alone, lost.
The thrill seemed limitless
Earning nothing but despair
Hope was nowhere to be seen.
I was losing trust in myself.
I wore out and chose to stop.
Even my tears were now lost.
My eyes refused to see
A blackened blur is all I reached.
Then what I saw seemed supernatural,
much to a downhearted like me.
There stood a wooden chair
On a sand dune, beyond my glee.
Curiously, I examined it.
No footstep did I found.
Around it, was just sand
And a vanquish silhouette.
It stood alone, much like me,
But rather less despaired.
It made me feel paramount.
And hopeful, once again.
An inanimate gave me something,
No one could have gained.
I got up, smiled at my hope.
A journey to find feat, began.
Thanks to OwainGlyn for the kind words and the suggestion. :):):)
