• izuagie 6w

    As I walk through the desert
    Lips chapped
    As i search for an oasis
    A treasure trove
    The need for the quench of thirst
    The need for a drop
    To become rejuvenated
    Running to sight
    Only to find mirages
    As I strive on
    With sweat forming
    On my forehead
    As thick as blood
    My feet gets heavier with each stride
    Like a thing cast with lead
    I see something, is that wat....