The rains skip over the dour desert, <br />leaving it dusty and unpolished. <br />The immense heat is its pestilence, <br />as it drives away its potential guests. <br /> <br />But for those daring enough to enter, <br />here’s what to expect: <br />The desert is nature’s hallucinogen. <br />It robs your mind of its sanity <br />and replaces it with thoughtless distortion. <br />It drains you of your strength <br />and unmans you within minutes. <br />It befools you with its mirage of hope <br />and laughs in your distressed face. <br />You wish for death’s selection, <br />but even death is hesitant to enter. <br />All you can do is lie there in misery <br />and wait for your final fate!<br /><br />Michael Fischer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-desert-4/
