The Lost Space Pilot

The sun beats down on me I’m walking this desert to be free It’s a barren world with little water Or food that is made to eat on order The heat is getting at me as I feel That I have been given a rotten deal My spaceship crashed in a fiery ball As my escape pod saved me in its fall So for a week I have walked until last night When I went into a deep sleep for me just right And when I woke this morning I was refreshed Not hungry or thirsty better for the rest I have lost track of the days and time And I haven’t had to eat or drink as I’m feeling fine I note the sun is playing tricks on me so profound As I have lost my sun shadow not to be found. © Paul Warren Poetry