Desolate

I am so thirsty,
the water tastes dry.
This land deceives me,
so lifeless I’ll die.

One path I had trekked,
a mistake I made.
I should have still checked,
but I had rather stayed.

Broken and alone,
I search for some hope.
Dry skin to the bone,
I often just mope.

Cheers, my only friend
remaining here, dead,
foreshadows my end.
Well, that’s what he said.

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