Desert

Desert

A Poem by HorrorMaster
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This poem is about a lonely scared man in a hot desert.

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 I stand alone in a deep sand.

The sun burning my skin.

It feels like I am in middle of nowhere.

I begin walking as fast as I can,

The sun burning my eyes.

I am surprised they cannot find me.

Ah god, my skin is peeling off from the heat,

It’s beating me to death.

I must get out of here.

I called out, "Help! Help!"

No one heard me.

Sand dust covered my legs.

My throat started to get dry,

I need water, so I can survive.

Now snakes jumped out of the sand.

They came near me,

as they started biting my legs.

I started to use my legs to push them out of the way.

I tried my best to run away from them.

   It feels like I am living in a hot coffin filled with sand.

The fear of my life will never be the same.

My day in this desert will never be forgotten.


                  

© 2011 HorrorMaster


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The story of the desert is amazing. Thank you to the U.S Army. I spend years in the desert. Your story is true. The heat and the snakes/spiders are the enemies. Many a days we changed our path for the snakes have the right of way in the desert. A very good story.
Coyote

Posted 14 Years Ago


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It felt like I am living in a hot coffin filled with sand

Thats a great line..

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The story of the desert is amazing. Thank you to the U.S Army. I spend years in the desert. Your story is true. The heat and the snakes/spiders are the enemies. Many a days we changed our path for the snakes have the right of way in the desert. A very good story.
Coyote

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Added on May 26, 2010
Last Updated on July 20, 2011
Tags: Fear, poem, survival, sand, heat

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HorrorMaster
HorrorMaster

Tamarac, FL



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Hello i'm Ira and i'm pretty much a horror writer. I have bad grammar and spelling or typos errors, but I tried my best, so please enjoy them. Also I don't like harsh grammar nazi saying (oh yo.. more..

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