Desolation

 

I have reached a desert plateau

a high place of rocks and sand

Not one single shoot of green can be seen

the horizon offers no break

A bleak inhospitable place

where the heat of the sun is relentless

I am completely alone in this terrain

as there is no evidence of others

No buildings or trees are here

which give any sense of direction

I stop and sit lacking any purpose

my heart is empty and redundant

I cry inwardly to be redeemed

to be given renewed energy and inspiration

Yet I hear nor feel anything

save the beat of my heart and the

heat and silence of the desert