Surrounded by the feverish desert
Blood boiling and stomach churning
The most beautiful things in life aren’t those recognized by all
Some of us- desert wanderer,
Have pain in our life
But it’s those who live in the desert who have a painful life
Here the ground is battered with our worthless words
Children and women and men go crazy, their mind not slipping away
But painfully imprisoning their hearts
We look back and see things we’ve done and wonder
How and why
But they know
The warden controls the prisoner
A familiar and unknown handler
Rough with their hands and slow to lessen their grip
Screams are useless when the world is a desert you’re in
Yet here we find beautiful things
Creatures and plants
A whole lot different than the rest
Living on
In a toxic world.
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