The Desert Poem by Michael Fischer

The rains skip over the dour desert,
leaving it dusty and unpolished.
The immense heat is its pestilence,
as it drives away its potential guests.

But for those daring enough to enter,
here’s what to expect:
The desert is nature’s hallucinogen.
It robs your mind of its sanity
and replaces it with thoughtless distortion.
It drains you of your strength
and unmans you within minutes.
It befools you with its mirage of hope
and laughs in your distressed face.
You wish for death’s selection,
but even death is hesitant to enter.
All you can do is lie there in misery
and wait for your final fate!