Wednesday, 27 April 2016

Famine



Famine consumes me
My soul bereft of nourishment
I starve
Thirst
Seeking an oasis
Running down a mirage

I fall
Every time

Dry grit at my knees
When did I lose my way?
When did the land become barren
And sun, relentless?

Burning heat parches me
Inside and out
My husk
Taking step after step
A black silhouette
Swallowed by dunes of beige
Stretching beyond my vision

I have given up hope
Still
I walk
One foot in front of the other
Afraid what shadow walks in my stead
As I chase down illusions

Far from alone in my quest
I see others
Weathered before a judging sun
They cannot acknowledge me
Lost in self-pity
Together,
We lose ourselves

Muted hooves pound the sand
We look up
The greatest shadow of all
Is His

A dark,
Strong,
Healthy horseman upon a withered steed
The animal hungers
Thirsts
As we do

The rider forces it to rear
Bulging bones
Strained muscles
Transparent flesh
A neigh tearing our desert asunder

Sand sprays
Like water
In a tempest
Granules stinging our skin
Ripping us apart
As we join the particles
Amidst the vast nothing

Our soft tears
Become an oasis
To vanish
Before another wan traveller lost


Hi again, all!
Thanks for reading this poem I did for the flashfiction community, 200-Word Tuesdays. I selected April’s other theme of “Soft Tears.” I took inspiration from one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse this time around, focusing on a spiritual famine.


  Thanks and take care!
Larysia   
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