Just a Mirage

The boiling heat is blurring my vision but I think I can see you.

This migraine is a constant pulsing in my head but I think I can make out your face.

My heart won't stop, every beat an explosion, a pound on the drum getting stronger and stronger.

My feet won't move in this sand, an ocean of fiery hatred that's pulling me backwards.

I'm crawling towards your face, clawing at the ground, I need you.

But you just stand at the edge of my vision, shimmering like a diamond, my precious gem.

With the onset of clouds you flicker, your beautiful face fades away.

A desert storm makes its way across the horizon, and I surrender to the infinity of the sand slowly turning to mud at my fingertips.