Despondence

I am a little blade of grass In the desert of life Trying to fathom what the world, for me, has Other than misery and strife I try to survive everyday Trying not to wilt Will I live to see another day Or towards death, will I tilt Don't have a friendly pat or a lover's caress In this desert, barren and vast Not even with a smile does anybody bless Nor a kind look does anyone cast As I try to hide my little tears Beneath tiny drops of dew I yearn for just a day sans my fears Just a day with a happy hue But the scorching sun burns relentless To it, my life is nothing but a farce I draw in my last breath, in this world merciless What was I after all? Just a blade of grass