Here's another one;
Buzzing in the haze
Shimmers in the glare
Ripples in the dust
Cracks in the glass
The sun hates you,
The wind hurts you,
The heat kills you,
The desert mourns you.
In the distance,
Still far off
A figure walks
Along the horizon
You wait here
In the shade.
You are safe here
In the shade.
Time passes,
Wind lessens,
The sun fades,
The sky bleeds.
You rise
The figure has vanished,
Taking hope with it,
Over the horizon
Following the light.
Still you walk
Still you stumble
Still you stand
Still you lie
The sun returns,
So does the figure
Wavering in the distance,
Mocking you.
There is no shade,
No safety,
No respite,
No salvation.
Your body surrenders,
Your mind fades,
Your thoughts run away,
Your memories evade you.
The desert remains
Steadfast and constant
Forever the figure walks
Along the horizon.