Sagy Sobhy

Maze of Sand

Sagy Sobhy

The sun’s heat blistered his shoulders

as winds flow over fresh footprints.

A man in his traveling gear

traverses the rough sand

no saving grace had been found.

Water is scarce as he chugs from the bottle,

droplets moisten his cracked lips

soaking his parched throat for now.

But food is nowhere to be found,

his rations have been depleted

and a hollow crater fills his stomach.

Desert rabbits dart away

before he can creep anywhere near.

Food is now an expensive luxury

and he is a poor man

so he pays with his body, withering away.

He sees an oasis from a distance.

Collapsing to his knees he attempts to drink

water then turns back to dry sand.

Author’s Note: I like writing because I think that some of the ideas I have are cool and I like using my creativity to write.