The blazing sun beating down,
snowing no mercy.
The hills of sand hot to the touch,
no end in sight.
The cacti surrounding, growing stronger,
fairing much better than I.
The life within me growing faint
as I lay here dying, baking within,
The water in my canteen long since gone.
much like the moisture in me.
The end is here, my days are done,
this desert has brought me
sweet relief.
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 8:27 AM UTC
The blazing sun beating down,
snowing no mercy.
The hills of sand hot to the touch,
no end in sight.
The cacti surrounding, growing stronger,
fairing much better than I.
The life within me growing faint
as I lay here dying, baking within,
The water in my canteen long since gone.
much like the moisture in me.
The end is here, my days are done,
this desert has brought me
sweet relief.
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