The Burning Sun Awaits
by: Me

The air is thin and hard to breathe
The wind is biting cold
A canopy of restless leaves
Is stirring uncontrolled

No chirpings of a distant bird
No noises all around
Not a sound is to be heard
But footsteps at the ground

Lost inside this world of wood
I struggle to emerge
Many nights have I withstood
While searching for the verge

No rodents gnawing at the bark
No insects in the trees
Alone I sleep in brush so dark
With nobody but me

In the drying mud I'm laid
Despondent of my fate
Looking through the verdant shade
The sun does penetrate

Streaming down, the light is rich
Bespeckled on the floor
Dancing 'round without a hitch
Its presence I implore

I call upon the pouring light
To lift me from this hell
To nullify the chilly blight
Incite the warmth to swell

The burning light lends me its faith
Yet suddenly absconds
The dulling light projects a wraith:
My soul from the Beyond

The day retreats and turns to night
The moon in place of sun
Mute, and without touch or sight
I desperately run

Fleeing from my fading soul
Myself, I do berate
For no such being should extol
Escaping from my fate

Luscious leaves all turn to brown
They wither and fall fast
Suddenly, upon the ground
A dune of sand's amassed

Crawling on the desert floor
And shaking from the cold
I hate and bitterly abhor
The night's begrudging hold

In the distance, at the line
The land forgets itself
The beaming rays of light do shine
And warmth indeed does swell

Basking in the drenching sun
My coldness is expelled
Frigidity that night had won
Has fully been repelled

In the sands, I've laid to rest
To steal the heat of day
Yet no sooner had the sun caressed
Than sourly betray

Melted on the scorching sands
My body burned and scarred
I cannot lift my torrid hands
My feet have both been charred

The burning heat has ripped my lust
For life and will to live
My last resolve is brutely thrust
Through Death's unyielding sieve