I am in the desert far from home,
Deserted I feeling so alone,
I'm struggling to walk on the sand
Without a helping hand,
The devil is trying to entice me
But I am so resisting he,
I think this is not the place to be
As it is not my sanctuary,
It is too hot with being so sunny
Making my sweat runny,
But evil is all around this place
That I now have to face,
As my sad life is far from rife
As I deteriorate in strife
With every pace my rat-race
That I have to duly face
Without a lovable loving love
As I am without a hug,
I am all alone far from home -
Wayfaring I have flown
To heights I have not sought
As I have been caught
By the voices so inside of me
Causing my sad misery,
And while I am not lonely
As my alter can so be
Conversing with myself - me,
Creating insane insanity.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 18/07/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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