Woe to the wicked wind with it's cold knife, cutting through my throat  and nostrils.
My eyes labored in agony to stay focus on the prize. This bittersweet dream would soon vanished without a merciful thought. As the  spinning needles from the sun slap my face like hot water splashing against a boiling ***.
There I was, naked, on the numb silent hugging earth, diving deep into the memory of my untimely birth.
The sound of mosquito trains zipped passed my ears,
Bringing  with it, my treasured hopes and cunning fears.
The air tasted softly warm and bitter like a mixture of fire and salt water.I sluggishly  inched upwards with heroic fortitude, fighting against all odds will always be  my attitude.
Then I felt it, the drilling of flesh in my left thigh and the awareness of red lavender ribbons of blood,which   quickly  became an ants flood.
How will I survive this? Then I heard man best friend and enemy barking .I started shaking, every breath was a burning fire in my chest. It is  now or never. I looked  and saw the sparkling lights of moving crystals, an eternity bellows. No more to think of sorrow or tomorrow.   I took the plunge