Last Resort

Imagine a barren desert: dry, deprived of life, where one would be sent only in their worst nightmare. This is a place where one's body and soul would surely die This is a place where drought has deprived you of tears - you no longer can cry, the last hope for thee is to find some water - there is none, No matter how hard you try, there is no hope for thee - you are losing your life. What is left for you is turning into stone: your spirit - dehydrated, your flesh - dried to the bone. There is no help for thee, you are here alone willing to return home, but all hope is gone. There is nothing left, but one strength - thy last resort, yet it demands thy effort, the very last feeling not letting your life give in, it is your will of living, to live for the people whom you love.