The Stranger

I stand here all alone
waiting for someone to come by
like seeing a rose in the desert
its not a pretty place anymore

Showing no mercy
the sun continues to beat on me
i look onto the horizon
all i can see is hills of sand

my only companion, a scorpion
he goes right under the sand as i close him
i feel the sweat trickle down by the side of my lips
it tastes saline

dwindling under nature's burden
languished by the little dangerous creature
my eyes grow small
the world looks misty

honouring the force of nature
i fall on my knees
i hassle to stand
crawling like my companion

a feeling of dread confronts me
soon going to be a feast to the scavenger
hovering over me silently
waiting for me to demise

the shawdow of the clouds fading
the hue's of the sky changing
blue, red, orange, yellow
the sand looks like an ocean of gold

images flowing through my head
all my memories, bidding me farewell
i've been through the love
the fun, the tears, the laugh

i ask god why isn't he hepling me
i look at the king of the desert again
staring back at me
i realise this is the help god sent me

i put him on my arm
all fingers pointing in one direction
i rise from the shadows of death
walking painfully slow

the end is nearing
my beginning to a new life
but an end to the most painful
exuberating fearful experience

time to part from a stranger
it was his land
he belonged here
Was i the stranger?