The blazing sun beats me down
As the glare does its best to surround
The dirt is whipped by the dust devils
My world is a hell felt upheaval
The rationed water is all but gone
In the desert my life feels as its done
Until finally I find National Highway One
And flag down a traveller my life saved and won.
© Paul Warren Poetry
A great write. Struggles and overcoming obstacles were clearly drawn in this piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a fine poem, Paul....