I'Ve Been To The Desert Poem by moon batchelder

i've been to the desert...
i have lived it's desolation
in my own and very soul;

and trod the cracked and hardened soil,
and died of suffocation there,
and clawed until my fingers bled,
to try to dig myself a grave.

i came to call with roses,
and a single white carnation,
but the desert was appalled!

at such a grand display of care,
and motives in my heart - so pure,
and laughed in ignorance instead,
and tried to make of me, a slave.

but i drift thru the desert now.
it's not my destination.
my feet barely touch the ground.

and i know where the roses grow,
where rain comes from, - the place of snow,
and clouds have rescued me from death,
and wastelands that i couldn't save.