Blog Desert Archetype #7
Is There Really Any Hope Treading through the scorched wasteland, I have no other companion Only God can deliver me from such a wretched fate I call upon his name waiting for an answer Where are you oh great powerful Lord Your child is bruised and seeks life In the far distance, a glimmer of green shines like a star And I run, and run, and run, and run Thinking, oh what a merciful father I have in the sky And I run, and run, and run, and run But the glimmer disappears and all that is left is an ocean of gold How can this happen to such a virtuous creature Is there no end to which she consumes all She creeps on me slowly before nightfall I stop and pray, and pray, and pray My knees burning on the flame They crumble like the ashes around Close your eyes, for it is done Your fate, is sealed Just...Yield The poem embodies the feelings of hopelessness, arduity, and death all in one piece. It is about a person who had embarked on a journey in the desert a...