My eyes wander and my brain plunders,
lost in every direction and no direction, and my echoing thoughts thunder.
My head quakes and feet shake,
As I wait for my fate to bake,
that perfect golden bake.
But alas, it burns.
I toils in the oven,
Looking for consistency, passion,
Friendship.
The thirst remains unquenched and emotions dip.
Anger burns,
Burns down in it's consequential fashion.
Remorse waits for no man,
And as I sit on the burnt crisps of myself,
I am left behind.
Looking for meaning,
Trying to find myself in this dry desert.
My throat is left dry and aching,
From all the energy I attempt to exert.
I am left empty,
Stuck inside the collapsible walls of a green canvas tent,
Yet again one more thing that remains inconsistent.
Water droplets fill my mouth,
Saliva's pseudonym.
My lungs fill and say a prayer ,
As the desert in the sky,
Pricks me with the end.

Yeah, so here's a poem. Hope you all maybe like it
xoxoxo -Rebekah