Heatstroke Poem by Michael Fischer

I clinch my quicksand hope,
but it starts to slip,
through my broken fingers,
till the hourglass flips!

If there's a God out there,
he would kill me right now!
I'd crawl into his arms,
but I wouldn't bow down!

I'm in the sun's spotlight,
swimming through the desert.
Drowning in my sandpit,
my act was haphazard!

If there's a God out there,
he would kill me right now!
I'd crawl into his arms,
but I wouldn't bow down!

The blue skies turn crimson;
The mirage becomes real.
Nature's still undefeated;
I have a death to steal!

Excuse me...