No water fills these lungs, no gasping plea,
Yet in the sun's embrace, I slowly cease to be.
A furnace sky, a shimmering white heat,
The desert wind whispers, a parched, desperate beat.
Sand shimmers molten, a mirage's cruel jest,
The horizon blurs, a wavering, shimmering crest.
Sweat boils on skin, a salty, stinging rain,
The body surrenders, racked by searing pain.
Shadows retreat, offering no cool reprieve,
The relentless sun, a tyrant, I can't believe.
Vision dims, a kaleidoscope of gold,
The once vibrant world, now fades, turns cold.
Each labored breath, a rasp against the dry,
A desperate yearning for the solace of a sigh.
The heart, a frantic drum, a fading, hollow beat,
Lost in the furnace, a solar drowning, bittersweet.
Stars peek through the heat haze, a mocking, distant gleam,
A final, fleeting dream, a cool and flowing stream.
Swept away in sunlight, a silent, shimmering demise,
A victim of the desert, beneath molten sunrise.
About the Creator
Moharif Yulianto
a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook
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