The Deserted Desert

The barren brown desert, Seemingly empty of life, Soap trees staring silently at the sun, Everything smells burned and blasted. “Satan’s solarium” people say it is, My tongue is swollen due to lack of water, My dehydrated liver shutting down, My skin feels scraped by sandpaper, The remains of the camp fire, Is the only evidence of past habitation, Getting separated from my team, Was the last thing I wished,