Sand on my skin; I’m all alone.
Loneliness creeps in; to the bone.
No one can get me; it’s just me and me.
I open my eyes; but it’s nothing I see.
Tongue feels dry; praying for love.
No clouds in sight; just the sun above.
Sitting there - just a spot in the sand.
Inconveniently claiming a piece of land.
Thoughts are empty, lips going dry.
Nothing to loose, but nothing to hide.
Feeling like a crackling - in this desert clay.
Drying out forever; waiting to be blown away.
