Swallowing makes my lips crack and bleed.
I can’t remember my last smile, I can barely breathe.
Every breath produces a sting, that burns
through my chest leaving my body weak.
I try to keep walking but all I feel is an ache.
My eyes can’t focus, I'm going to be sick.
I don’t know how to function in this place,
nothing makes sense.
It's so hard to lift my legs or stand up straight,
my throat is dry I don’t know how much
more heat I can take.
My face is scorched, I'm miserable and worn.
I've been limping through miles of hell.
I can't tell if I'm turning to ash
or starting to melt.
Strong winds keep blowing sand
straight up to the sky,
then I try not to stumble
as I rub my eyes.
I’m so tired from traveling
through the desert of my mind.