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In The Desert
Glaring Sun,
Upon the Hot, Dry, Empty Land.
But a man, slicing the emptiness,
Trespassing the silence.
He struggles to walk through the solid barriers.
They stand ahead, A million times.
Hope for survival, it's lost.
I was lost when he got into the land.
When he started to talk,
When he started to walk.
The things he needs:
Water,
Food,
Shelter.
Basics needs, for the basic person.
He gets them all,
But none.
None can cure it,
None can escape it...
...Death.
Wonderful prose! And I wholeheartedly agree with your author's comment too... the inevitabality of death despite the basic necessities of humankind.