I’m walking in this godforsaken desert
Searching for a stream of water, a sole channel
The emptiness of the landscape sets
Me up for feelings of my childhood so evocative
But it doesn’t matter now, all there is is yellow
Sand, and the pregnant red sun in the heavens hangs a watchful eye
Who’s watching me from that eye
And doesn’t care enough to save me from the desert?
I only see in shades of yellow
The other colours have floated down some unseen channel
I try to stop the swell of feelings
Of loneliness past, it’s no use, that sun has set
But the one frequenting the sky hasn’t set
That red ball is peeking at me-a winking eye
It’s the flickering candle, evocative
memories of desolate Christmas’ after my dad deserted
Us, but no, I’m just searching for a passage
A way to go through the sea of yellow
Sand and sky, monochromatic yellow
Why won’t that sun set?
Go under the horizon! I try to channel
My energy so it will go down but from what I see
That won’t work in this desert
That of my past makes me reminisce
I wish I could wash away the memories
Like I can wash away the sands of yellow
Off my skin, I wish I could leave
But I’m stuck wandering in here this vast landscape
Under the watchful eye
Of the man in the sky, if it would show me the way
Because the way that I’m taking is channeling
All of my energy, stirring my memories
I wish I could cry from these eyes
That have seen families, love and lives crumble like yellow
Sand upon which I walk this set
For which I am the star, but I am alone
I’m meant to wander the desert, looking for a channel
That probably doesn’t fit in this landscape, it evokes
My wasted life stained in yellow, as the dust blows in my eyes
By Amanda Katrina Gibb
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