Walking through the desert
Ribs peeking through my skin
Stomach rumbling
Heat making me numb
Weary as a thristy rose
Mouth drier than the sand
Mind running low
Stomach roaring
A see a creppy crawly
Instincts run
Devour it did I
No quench
Stomach roared
A prickly plant
Ate without a thought
Not a quench
weaker I got
Insanity worse
Screeching foe aqua
No sight ahead
Fell in weak did I
Fainting breaths
Defeat can on me
Until the shepherd came
I saw him
and knew him
He smiled
Threw me in his arms
Carried me
Fed me of the fruit
Gave me nourishing milk
I saw the oasis
I felt strong again
Whole I was
Hunger no more
Healed and more
The shepherd I adored ever evermore
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