the sky rains daggers
like the sting of sitting alone in in the midst of a sand storm
naked in the dessert
no where to run or hide
sun scorching soft flesh
Reaching for a class of water
stumbling down
Cradled by a scorching pit of needles
Allergic to the sun and sun is all I get
Alone for so long my Shadow now Speaks back
I have conversations with Gollum about a precious that never was
A Dark hooded figure approaches
I contemplate inviting him in
In a void even his company might be welcomed