Trapped Again

The man. Engulfed by a sandstorm of shadow.
It traps him within itself.

He walks the desert of misery.
He can no longer care,
but still
they are there;
Solitude and Sorrow.

The heat exhausts him
to the brink
of collapse,
yet his will
can carry him
far beyond
his body.

The light
has stopped,
he has now
reached it.
Awed by the glow,
he walks closer,
yet as he tries to
touch her, he hesitates.
She disappears.

In her place
there is now
an oasis.

He drinks of the water,
he eats of the fruit,
yet nothing satisfies.
He has another need.

Exhaustion takes over at last.
He falls into the fog of dreams.

He sees the Light,
then wakes still tired.
The horizon shows
a dawn in coming,
the Light so distant,
an eternal longing.

His body aches to stop,
his will to run,
run for the Light,
the Light of salvation.

Sandstorms are in his path,
but his will, will not be stopped.
It will do anything the reach the Light.

Suffocated by sand
he presses on unyielding.
He must prevail.

Still, infinite
is not even
his will.
She must
save him
before it too
is overcome
by the trials of this,
the journey of many journeys.

But for now,
his will can
carry him on.
It must.