Forsaken On The Dirt Beneath The Burning Sun Poem by Samuel Richard Leonard
Forsaken On The Dirt Beneath The Burning Sun
I don't know how much more of this I can take,
yet I lay prone in the sun and continue to bake.
Where may I go that I might try to escape
this wretched fire, this scalding flame?
I cannot run for at mere breath sweat does break;
I cannot hide for there is no tree to cast me shade.
I despair at the misfortune of my fate,
and as for the life I've lived, I must forsake.
- Samuel Richard Leonard
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