Straight Path To Loneliness

The sun beating down
No shade form the heat
No food to eat
No fun times
Slow ventures
Tiring walks
Don't know if you will die or not
Just counting each day
Maybe sleeping an hour
Either too hot or too cold
Sick everyday
No support on your way
Survival of the fittest
Every possession in a heap behind you
Dead bodies every twenty yards
Dust in your eyes and mouth
No one in sight
No clean clothes to wear
No turning back
Just a straight path
Hoping to live one more day.