Deserted Heart

What apparition is this, that appeareth to me
In this swelteringly hot desolation?  
It appears that her face is a shining oasis  
A poor lonely travelers' salvation  
But do I risk becoming bones  
Amongst these dry foreboding stones  
For something that may not actually be  
But product of insanity?  
Or do I keep on heading east  
Through the paths of ravenous beasts  
Who's gaping mouths and sharpened jaws  
Lie waiting for my slightest pause?  
Or do I make my journey west  
In my hopes of finding rest  
I'm hopelessly lost, I must confess  
The truth is hardest to digest  
Still I keep my steady tread  
Though my feet may feel like led  
There should be rest just up ahead  
Some solace in a nice warm bed 
Reality is fading fast  
And my mind is fleeing south  
Thinking I found the fount at last  
I shovel sand into my mouth  
When the travelers heading north  
See my bloated, sand filled corpse  
They will stop, and they will start  
To mourn for my deserted heart
Written by RavenofSorrow
Published | Edited 25th Nov 2013
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