Depression Desert

The desert is an awful place to be

There is no one to talk to but me

The Sun feels like fire in my soul

A place where only cactus grows

Wind-swept grains of sand hit me

Enter my skin and make me bleed

Thirst for water and some company

To quench my throat and my sanity

Desert nights are so cold when alone

Nobody is there to warm your bones

Howling wolf sounds in the distant air

Shivering skin as at a dead fire, I stare

I am stuck in depression where I lie

The desert is an awful place to die