Losing in the Gobi Desert
Ying Wa College, Yin Leung Freeman Chan, Poetry: Group 3
Cactuses greeted me with their harmful hands,
“Welcome to Gobi Dessert, a piece of desolate land!”
Skeletons of bison were found,
All around this despairing ground.
Walking hopelessly in this dying place,
Surviving is the only thing I chaise.
The sun shined without remorse,
And I admit that I was finally lost.
The dessert was just like a waterless sea,
A sea that stretch as far as the eye could see.
Camels were the boats, sand dunes were the waves,
“Hope this sea won’t become my grave!”
Feeling the sizzling heat of the sands,
The scent of death was present all over this piece of land.
“Hey! There’s an oasis!”
I used all the energy left to rushed towards it,
But everything vanished in a minute…
