Overflowing With Despair

This scorching heat arid, bone-dry like walking barefoot on a bed of hot embers, Melting my flesh Setting my head on fire. Love is nowhere to be seen, Hope lost somewhere in this shifting sands, No oasis in sight My only beacon… A shimmering mirage! A solitary tear trickles down my cheek. Ha, gone are those playful days in the woods under the shades of towering trees with bubbling brooks and sprightly streams. Overwhelmed I fall on my knees tears overflowing in rivulets and soon dissipate in this dry air. ~05/08/17 ~Form O contest by Broken Wings ~Theme word: Overflowing