From all else i feel deprived

Walking down this lonely track
this dusty dirty road
not a soul in sight i see
no one to help me with this load

not a bud or stem around
lacking every form of life
not even a thistle, a weed
to prove i haven't lost all sight

the humid haze tires me
as I'm reduced to a crawl
no ones holding my hand
no one tries to stop my fall

this desert like land i roam
never ends or becomes easier
no one guiding directions to take
or to joke and make me happier

the only source of water
is the flowing of my tears
the salty taste, it sickens me
as this taste is is caused by fear

my feet, they ache and burn
from the scorching earth beneath
the sun pelts down upon me
as i become even more weak

the night, it finally comes
a short time bringing slight ease to this fight
yet uncomfortably try to sleep
try to stop the tears with all my might

the smell of blood now feeds me
keeps me breathing and alive
the smallest smile appears to welcome
this smell as from all else i feel deprived

*wrote this a while ago but just found it. please vote/comment, means a lot *