1 One

the dried hunger of truth

the thirst for young blood

the flame of passion

whirl through the throes of

foggy veil of mists

the ongoing downpour of rain

came streaming down

like tears of heartbreak

after drastic despair of faith

beliefs are shaken,

forevermore.

none willing to take

carrying the sacks of sand alone

amongst the sea of people.

once opened, twice broken

stumbling through heaps of camel roads

roaring with feverish heart

though not known - hidden

skin still intact, unscathed