Desert sprawl over heart,
I taste the hot desert sun,
Laughing down at me,
To dry my mouth of words defied.
As I refuse to know life’s unfairness.
So it asks me why I must object,
Skin burning and drying out of life,
And I can but stand to answer.
If for myself I had a voice to bear.
But though I waiver in my choice,
I stare this justice forth,
That no matter how close Death’s hold may be,
I shall strike my own destiny,
For I am my own god.
Poem written by Jeremy C Kester
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