Burnt

[armoredceraph]

I cant go on any longer

these desert winds have dried my skin to sandpaper

my lips, shriveled and chapped beyond repair

my canteen as dry as the bones that will be rotting very soon

under the all seeing eye of the blistering sun

my hands, clawed into the dirt, like some last ditch rebellion

against inevitability

the eden that once was my soul isnt burning

its burnt

the last remnants of any green life, burned to ashes years ago.

this is my soul now...a wasteland

there is no potential here now

there never really was

was there?