After the Party
Cruelty of waking once more delivered, relentless rising of the sun in the desert.
The reality of quenching thirst from a simple homing pigeons’ weight is myth.
The only way to survive is distraction, belief the morning will never arrive as the sun sears the shoulders.
A decade of Oasis living, dried, in one day.
Stranded.
A month of wandering the desert, leaving the soles burned.
Daily mirages only make thirst grow until resignation will reign.
As vast as the globe is, each land has its edge.
Having the stamina to reach the end, is the undertaking.
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About the Creator
Monika
I love to read, travel and create! At this stage in life I have realized that creating is what makes me happy. Be it a doodle, a painting, a story or a memory.
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