Burnt

Scorched earth
crumbles beneath my footsteps
as the burning wind
falls hard against me

Blind, blistered
by searing rays
pushing on...parched and wilting

An endless horizon spread before me
barren and void of all that is comfort

Turning back is certain death
to lay down and rot is failure

I look forward to my dreams
when the unforgiving sun sets...

...before the beasts begin to prowl

The morning winds whisper warning
wishing me to heed their will
But I hear them not
and I ignore the pain
I cry silently
and push on

Searing sand like embers...
tearing at my feet
Briars ripping at my flesh
as I pull towards the horizon

I have to believe
that my destination lay just beyond
that my dedications were not in vain

I have to believe
that the cool waters of victory
are still within my reach

I cannot fail
again