Gone With The Sands Poem by Alex Mars

The sun arises with quick dismay,

A cloud of agony covers the sky.

To think I could live, but instead I lie;

Torn apart before the day

Scream; Slash; Shred and say,

How, When, Where, Will, I die?

Black as night, eyes beg to cry,

But they may not for tears decay.

Alone is the world of fate;

Mistaken for time or life.

Take destiny into your own hands

And expect nothing less than strife.

Whence he arrives and you are late,

Forgotten you will be, gone with the sands.