Desert

Choking on the air that I need,
Spitting out the fumes,
I can’t even breathe,
A shock that went through
Hardened blood and softened teeth,
Suffering for things I don’t do,
Assault of blame from an arrogant fleet,
My esteem buried in the dunes,
The wind pulling me through my sheets,
Seems like gravity never knew
Of how close I was to falling on my feet,
It would pull me to the sands of truth,
And bury me beneath.

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