Wonderer

The heat,
Was smothering me,
Plastering my shirt to my skin.
I would stumble on rocks,
My shirt was torn and wet with condensation,
My pants ripped because I would trip.

This heat,
was choking me.
My throat was dry and numb,
My lips were crusted over,
The air was thick, it went down my throat like knives.
I could take no more of this.

This heat,
Was making me have hallucinations,
But when I see it's a trick,
I laugh humorlessly.

Then I tripped one more time,
Not getting up.
I close my eyes,
And lay there,
I ache to the bone,
Broken and crippled,
Sun burnt and tired,
With no other desire but to,
Espace.