{"sf1_id":309287,"sf2_id":"ve3jPKQ1","title":"Sea of Sand","author":"Ephemeral_Dreams","words":228,"posted_at":"2011-11-20T21:00:00.000Z","tags":["Depression","M/solo","No-Yiff","Other","Poem","Story Of My Life"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/309287-sea-of-sand","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ve3jPKQ1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/21/0d/210d9774-83fb-4ba1-9e92-165c2027ee4a","description":"","content":"\u0026nbsp;\n\nA Sea of Sand  \n  \nWhat life does one lead when one is in a desert,  \nDevoid of soul or direction, a goal  \nDevoid of water or sustenance, a reason  \nDevoid of friend or lover, a safety net  \n  \nTrudging on the hot, emotionless sand,  \nSweltering heat, unforgiving.  \nUnyielding light, blinding.  \nWavering resolve, crumbling.  \n  \nA visitor from afar, looks on with pity,  \nA spectator in the game, tears in eyes  \nA lonesome soul, blind to the joys of the lands  \nA thirsty man, seeking the promised Oasis.  \nAmidst this sea of sand and snakes.  \n  \nEach step a bit harder,  \nEach step takes one more ounce  \nEach breath takes another chip,  \nAt his already broken heart,  \nGrounding the pieces to dust.  \n  \nHe tries to hold on, best he can.  \nHe tries to run, fast as he can  \nBut alas another quicksand, another trap.  \nIt takes another piece, to escape this pit.  \n  \nRegardless, he trudges on, directionless.  \nRegardless, he lives on, emotionless  \nThe barrage of despair and sadness,  \nEspionage of his fragile hopes and dreams.  \n  \nAlas, left foot after right, right after left.  \nMarching on, tirelessly.  \nAll that's left, desire for the end  \nMarching until he falls, to never rise again.  \nTo never feel, fear, or dream again.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\ncopyright (c)Ephemeral\\_Dreams\n\nDo not distribute, hyperlink and/or copy without explicit permission from the Author in Email, Written or verbal cosnent.  \n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}