I wandered through this barren land, dying of hunger and thirst.
Fate had dealt yet another cruel hand, yet I was sure it would not be the worst.
I could not help but to stumble and fall; I fell, lying helpless on the ground.
The vultures gathered and began to call, for I was the life they had found.

Gazing blankly into space, a flicker caught my eye.
Confused, I lifted this heavy gaze; what I found filled me with numb surprise.
In the distance was a vision of respite in all substance and form.
An oasis of water and coconut trees; the calm to this desert storm.

In the wind-torn currents, I drifted close to death; I was this close to letting go.
Yet I gathered my strength with ragged breath, to move towards that which could soothe this woe.
Bountiful and inexplicably rare; truly a sight to behold.
But fate had concocted another cruel snare; the truth was yet to unfold.

As I grew closer, the waters and foliage began to flicker and fade in the light.
This safe haven was nought but a mirage; my hopes for salvation were soon out of sight.
It was only through faultings of my own that I fell for fate’s cheap tricks.
Once again, delusion had reapt what it had sown — so naïve, I make myself sick.