Desert

Author's Note: I was watching a movie (don't recall the name) of  a man who strives in the desert and forges for food like an animal. Thinking about what that life could like and with the imagination of my mind I started to compare deserts to life in which this piece was born. 

With this last stumble I break

In the middle of the desert

With wind of disdain whipping my eyes

Stinging as the scorpion's tail of others

Milestones become mirages

No longer can I bear the heat of hatred on my back

Nor the cold of people's hearts when the stars seem just in reach

My knees plant in the sand, then my elbows follow

Finally my head comes to a stop on the surprisingly cool sand

The sun seems to have mercy and pulls back its rays

Cactus wave goodbye

No more sand will penetrate my eyes

Which are now forever closed