Life In Death Valley

Life In Death Valley I stand alone The heat of the day burns my skin The cold of the night chills to the bone There is no shelter No hope in sight The sand whips around tearing my skin Mountainous dunes come and go in minutes A trillion bits of ancient rocks Lifted and ground forever they drift in the winds Settling in sculptures created by Hades Pictures of beauty Signs of a coming death Nothing lasts in this alien world Skulls and bones of those who passed before Bleached white by an unrelenting sun They rest alone…the last vestiges of a lost life One hundred miles of hell with no water Nothing for life to continue