The Sands of Acquiescence

Under a hostile sun,  
beating down wave  
after wave of heat.  
He shifts along,  
across the desert.  
Collapsing,  
when he has nothing left.  
He'll rise,  
only to collapse again.  
The sun  
as relentless,    
as it is bright.  
   
The sky never changes,  
not for him.  
It's like an endless sea  
of blue.  
When darkness does descend.  
Heat makes way,  
for a merciless chill,  
that spares nothing.  
Devouring insects and lizards,  
at whatever chance he has.  
Sucking dry a cactus  
ripped apart with his hands.  
Draining whatever substance,  
that slowly drips for him.  
   
Sand engulfs his feet,  
with every step he takes.  
Searing his bare skin,  
the strain etched  
across his sun-burned face.  
The clothing that remains  
on him, sticks to his skin.  
With sweat,    
sorrow and tears.  
The years he knows  
nothing.  
   
Time has forgotten him,  
only pain remains.  
Lips cracked    
eye-sight blurred  
an island appears before him  
he dismisses the sight,  
He's seen it before  
only to crush his spirit,  
why give it    
the satisfaction?  
He has come to this,  
alone,  
and barren of hope.  
Even he does not care,  
whether or not it's real..  
He'd rather walk on,  
to his death.  
Than prolong his suffering.  
This is his destiny  
until death takes him.  
Or when,  
he'll finally be forgiven  
May death descend,  
when the darkness sets in.