Sand Storm

Weather,
worry some,
wandering.

Somehow I woke up in this desert abyss.

I have no option, but to face the harsh sands,
whipping and blowing across my cheeks,
penetrating the moisture in my eyes.

I cough and gag,
but the dryness finds its way in.

Hyper pool,
and lolly gagging,
I think I see an oasis in the distance.

Alas, it's one of those desert dreams.

The mind plays a horrible trick,
twisting reality and finding it's own way to cope under the circumstances.

The sand feels as if it's up to my knees.

I try not to dig my heels in
as I stomp through the disaster,
but it makes no difference.

Death come quick.

My mind wanders to that night we went to the town social.

You, pretty in pink,
me, dressed down in torn trousers and a mangled tie.

Even though others heckled,
you never once held your head in shame.

We tangled with the best of them,
and danced until their jealousy erupted.

I'll never forget the tragic moments.

The game changers.

That one night love.