Corrosion

Whispering winds have damned my soul
to walk this land an empty shell.
The fumes that rise from my carcass
beneath the unforgiving sun
relay the secrets.

Behold! The one lone traveler!
Is that a fair oasis there?
I am in need of food and drink.
Please tell me the spring is not dry,
to crush my hopes.

The sand is hot between my toes
while rays of sun beat down on me.
A voyage long awaits ahead
as clouds roll in above the dunes;
nowhere to hide.

And so once more in my own home,
I walk about, an empty shell,
shutting out the outside world,
knowing my heart will corrode,
allowing myself to implode.