Midday Sun.

The midday sun.
My sensitive skin does burn.
No shade around.
I walk exhausted on hard dry baron ground.
My soul lost.
Sold at a minimum cost.
Destination nowhere.
My feet torn and bare.
Around me desolation.
Into it i walk without hesitation.
The sun shines hot.
My mind does rot.
My pores sweat.
My sensitive skin soaking wet.
In front of me the end i see.
Soon from this torment it will set me free.
The midday sun.
No longer my sensitive skin does burn.