THE SAND’S SUN BEAT

I walk the desert alone

High dense sun

I am the only among
Struggling, but determined

Maneuvering is a hard able

Scrawling on the desert sand

A rush of a desert wind storm

Blowing and swirling

Thirst rushes to my mind

My eyes visualize an oasis

But no quench only imagery found

Sweat pours over my body like a running fountain

Birds circle overhead waiting until I die to feed on my flesh and bones

Drastically trying to survive, but darkness is slowly closing in

Hours seem like days

My moments full of haze

Tears don’t even come down

I don’t know where I will find myself

Man to Sun, let my soul ever be humble, and solitude prevail

I can make it no more

Within the sand I soar.