I am the vast openness of the desert.
Lacking feelings and the smell of dirt.
Seeing nothing of the greater god,
Knowing many a thing, flawed.

I am the canvas of sand.
Void of life, so cruelly bland.
Winds blowing, to and fro
Shifting little, nothing in tow.

I am the endless terrain of the foreign soil.
Life won’t thrive, water will boil.
Making no change within this path,
Waiting for the inevitable wrath.

I am the cool land by the Nile.
List so long, full of denial.
The truth, the expansive horizon
Body and bone equally lies in.

I am the blanket of all.
Lasting forever including those who fall.
Loneliness in time will derail,
Even the strongest in mind but in spirit, frail.

I am the protector of the water.
The sanction of the slaughter
Full of life so desperately needed
Many of who rarely exceeded.

I am a ledger written in red.
Enter and stay, fear your demise.
Sane of the insane, fled
Reach the center and survive,
Make it out alive,
And you will thrive.