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