Lost

Lost

This wilderness is unforgiving
A desolate, blood-chilling maze
My mental resources are running low
Yet the earth doesn't let up
Occasionally I wander upon a spring
My hope soars, soon to be ruined
By the brackish, tainted waters
That dehydrate my weary mind
There are no animals to hunt either
Only human feelings venture this far
My hunger turns to starvation
I'm exhausted and desperate.
I've been lonely for the most part
But sometimes I come across another
In this emotional wasteland, struggling
No supplies to give, but we share our stories
As I gaze upon the mountains in the distance
I realize things won't improve anytime soon
But there must be an end somewhere
To this trail of tears