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
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