Strange Land Poem by Kevin Maroney

Once I stumbled upon a land drunk with power and peppered sand,
peppers so red the ground must burst with the overwhelming thirst,
It was a place i'd never seen, as if from some dark dream,
a station for a train that couldn't be traced,
until it came back on it's own to this place.

Fast my mind flew as if on some lovely wind,
My hair in my face and mind as if on gin,
yet I could tell with complete clarity in an instant right,
as if it all had happened in the day, not at night.

As I traversed the mountains dark with dread,
as I traveled the plains covered with dead,
as I flew through the clouds so close overhead,
I could help but crawl away, as I said,
to myself some dark memory to drive the demons away,
to make it seem like nothing but play,
to work through the night singing some old tune,
not lost in a land dark without enough room.

For I was a stranger lost in some place,
and though encouraged, I couldn't but hang my head in disgrace.