Sol beats down upon my back,
Relentless and cruel.
Sweat stings my eyes,
Heat cracks my skin,
The sand, ever shifting- coarse,
Grinds my feet,
Breaks my soul,
Endless and bleak,
I see my own end sometimes,
My bones, bleached and dry,
Baking in this hell,
Driftwood in the sand,
Still I march onward,
Muscles groaning,
Protesting at every movement,
Begging me to stop,
I pray for the end,
To cease this eternal struggle,
To sleep with the sand at last,
To return to the dust. |
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