I Express Myself Through Writing

Wander the desert, in the blistering heat,
Walk upon the sands, feel the burn of defeat.

Out-played, out-done, and finally outcast,
Surely you knew this love wouldn't last.

The mirage of the desert shows a river disguise,
And so you drink the tears that flow from your eyes.

The final act as you expire and fall,
the sands to consume you, body and all.