Unknown

So very lost I am in this desolate waste land of uncertainty and desperation.
Like a hungry beast scrambling for decaying scraps.
Starving and thirsty with eyes caked shut with mud and sand.
Multiple mirages of hopes and dreams spinning and spinning in minds eye.
Reaching out with bare instinct unable to respond to threat or salvation.
Senses befuddled with sweet sounding, succulent tasting, heavenly smells of death.
Change. Fear. Caged.
Subservient to a task master universe wishing only to drive it's captive to its knees.
Humiliation resonating from the laughing call of gulls over head.
Even that a glimmer of sick hope.
Open water near but unknown.
And then behind, gone, lost.
Crawling through rocks to shed skin layer after layer.
Feeling the same, looking the same, sounding the same.
No change.
Nothing better underneath.
Rolling in mud, sand, mulch, anything.
To simply change.
To be more is to ask too much.