  My body bleeds, Blood drips from my hands, My feet drag, They limp on the sand. &nbsp; Every step, Feels like my last, I have no strength, But time continues to pass. &nbsp; My long hair, Flies in the wind, The warm dry breeze, Caresses my chin. &nbsp; The glitter in the sand, Shimmers like light on water, In this open land, Stand tall rocks that don’t falter. &nbsp; My heavy eyes open, The orange sand rocks I see, This barren wilderness, Is never-ending. &nbsp; The purple sky shouts beauty, A spirit their must be, But all I hear is silence, As the blood drips off of me. &nbsp; I thought I heard voices, Somewhere beyond the dunes, But the whispers were a lie, I spoke too soon. &nbsp; Behind me in the distance, Follows a red trail, Surely my body can’t go on, This journey’s bound to fail.
&nbsp; I slowly sit down, On the soft sand, My fingers feel sticky, Dried blood’s on my hand. &nbsp; Dark red flecks, Cover my body, Where’s the blood from? There’s no wound on me. &nbsp; My face feels wet, I don’t remember crying, I reach and touch a tear, To only find blood drying. &nbsp; I close my eyes once more, Trying to numb the pain, When I open them, Reality’s back again.
&nbsp; I look around me, Hundreds of people I see, I’m back to every day life, As I smile lethargically. &nbsp; I walk in public, No one really knows me, But yet they don’t know themselves, Who are we really? &nbsp; Would I rather live with the sand, Is that more of a reality? Or would I want to live my life, Where no one knows my true identity?&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; 
