Crawling like an insect

And treated like one too

Searching scorching sands 

For a drop of food

You dug until your hands blistered

Then the sun faded beyond the land

Made it to the bottom, then you found

Another hand

Tattered with yours

Probably looking for the same bloody thing

You took their wedding ring

Pawned it

For a liter of relief 

Went back to a home that’s losing its teeth

The light you bring

Is often dimmed, by a brighter star 

That’s found in the constellations of your battle scars

Time ran out and so did you

Dug once more

Until your arm got stuck

I found you fifteen hours later

I’m afraid that’s just my luck

Now you’re drooped over someone’s battered wallpaper

Doing the proud nihilists a favor 

A preferred conversation starter

One teardrop in an ocean of laughter 

Got a frame

Yet no name 

Some faded martyr in print 

Paying my bills with your wings