Lost wandering without a guiding hand <br />stumbling in sand and bones, along the <br />skeleton coast; hundreds perished <br />trapped in cutting sands, or shards of glass. <br />I was sliced apart either way... <br /> <br />When the heat grilled my body, <br />my defeated spirit shook in loneliness <br />white hot rays confused my thoughts <br />bleached bones now touching my despair. <br />My road map straight to hell <br /> <br />Darkness now eclipses the sun <br />as I find defeat amongst the bones <br />no living soul to mark my grave <br />I have become part of a forgotten tomb <br />buried on African shores<br /><br />Robin Bennett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-skeleton-coast/
