Asunder hands,
chained together,
battling sweats,
an endless march,
in search of an identity,
lost among thorns,
a journey eluding travelers,
fraught with misery,
parched throat,
a dusty terrain,
where neither dawn nor dusk exists,
a mind filled to the brink,
hath no fury or punishment,
buried emotions,
ravaged by pure sparkle of the flame,
no destination is endless,
a crushed purpose exploding like volcano
clarion call,
the end is blurred.
