The Desert Sun Poem by Boston Kelley

I walk from the world of civilization into a land
that none dare enter.
Here, life exists in scarcity; only the
strongest of beings can survive the gruesome
trials.
Among them, I do not feel the strongest
for I am a frail, little man.
The desert sun shines upon the auburn sand;
my feet are scorched with each step.
Like those burning particles, so does my heart
flare with rage.
A lonely man am I as I sit on these sand dunes,
rarely to see a living creature.
If only these particles could speak, then would I
find my suffering appeased.
If only their words could bring comfort would my
breaking heart be mended.
Millions of them surround me, yet they remain
silent. I cannot give them life for I am but a man.
Feel the desert's sun scorching power and see
how it matches the most boiling rage.
Feel that rage and compare it to my own infuriated
heart.
I look out to the dunes and let a cry reverberate; no
voice returns to comfort me.
The awful melancholy in my tone returns to my ear
as the anger in my soul swells.
So little am I in the face of this land; a powerless man
left to the unconscious forces of nature.
Attempt as you may to see who journeys here as I
have done and face the grief gnawing at their soul.