The desert’s silence held ancient whispers that were barely heard

By those who got there, going through the desert

Walking slowly, breathing heavily, barely able to just function

Collapses to the sandy ground

On his knees and hands, trembling, struggling to move

Panthing, sweating, crying from the intense heat

That the desert was squandering him with

He dropped himself to the ground, feeling the sandy surface and the wind passing by

Feeling as if the desert is putting him in his place

With all the wind, heat, and sand getting in the way

He felt clueless and tired

Not able to do anything or know what to do

Other than lie there, stuck in the desert

Until, before he got in an unconscious state, he saw a blur

A blur coming closer, and closer, and closer, and closer

And when it got to the man, it was just a tumbleweed with a plastic bag on it

He felt that he did not know who he was

Who he is

Who he wants to be

He just does not know much about where he is and where he wants to go

As he lies there, covered by the desert

Now hidden by the desert

Lost and left behind