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Oasis

Stream of consciousness poem

By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶Published 2 years ago • 1 min read
Oasis
Photo by Ashish R. Mishra on Unsplash

Unbelievable!

it can’t

be true

but

Surely

it is

i’m almost

blue

holding

my breath

pitted against reason

sparring against doubt

hoping against hope

i go the distance

crawl across the Finish Line Start

What!? Wait! Where…..

did it go?

Vanish point

Did someone move it?

Too hard

Tooo long

Tooooooo far

i’m parched

a

Lone

Wayfarer

languishing

cast adrift

in a

vaaaast ocean of

rust red

desert sands

staggering

Onwards

Upwards

Towards the crest

of yet another wave wave wave wave wave wave

Almost there

where?

Yeah… There!

Only to

Slip

Slide

Slowly

face first

Dowwwnnnnnnnnn

Staring

vacantly

at

my

empty

discarded

water gourd

Lying in

a pool of water

light

Spotlight

of a

searing sun

Blazing unrelenting

swollen tongue

stuck

to sand

sand encrusted teeth

spit

would if I could

Never

liked

the gritty

crunch of sand

Worst part of

beach picnics

spit

I can’t

Remember!>?

Dry as chips

i

Just

have to

Make

it to

Tomorrow

the oasis

Thirst quenching

Soul restoring

Holidays

***

Inspired by the Ironman effort of reaching elusive holidays.

I made it… just!

fact or fictionFree VerseStream of Consciousness

About the Creator

Angie the Archivist 📚🪶

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    Written by Angie the Archivist 📚🪶