The Sun Is Screaming
The sun is screaming
Miles of nothing, beige on beige on beige
The sun is screaming, blistering my skin,
draining me slowly as breath is heated and tastes bitter
Shoulders slung low, I can’t stand straight,
bent over struggling,
nothing is anywhere and nowhere is here
Leaving footprints for the wind dancers,
black feather fathers, winged circlers
high above, watching
Sifting time in barren increments,
hourglass patterns
of falling granules sinking deeper
Water is a dream and this thirst a nightmare
for it is there, just ahead, I can see it glistening
but it does not exist
Nothing exists, as the oasis in my mind
dries up, leaving only empty indentations
on horizontal planes, flat lands
of arid emotions drifting in and out,
reaching for… reaching
10/09/18
For the: I Wander The Desert Alone Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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