Wind Blown

The sand streaks through my hair,
Sandblasting my face raw.
The utter feeling of lonliness,
is amplified through the howl of the wind.
The tent is shaking all around,
causing me to feel a certain sense
of detachment.

My cigerette fails to stay lit,
as i stumble through the dark.
Tripping and falling, onto dark unforgiving
and uncaring shale splinters.

The sense of complete desperation
rises in my soul,
as i experience the desolation of the unwanted.
Sleep, beautiful sleep, refreshing sleep,
long in coming, but not fast enough.
To fall asleep and waken when the moon is full
and the winds still is a dream of frivolity.

My mind echos repeatedly the dreams and nightmares
of times past when i was broken,
but spirited.

Faith alone has guided me to this desolation
and here i will remain,
until my self-created reality is deposed.