Deserted

Desert

Slipping down the face

Like liquid fire

Anguished by the summer heat

I treaded along the lone court

Looking for a seat

Lone not the court, but lone was I

For no friendly face showed up to say ‘hi’

The specked face nerd, as some called

Stood bare like parched ground in drought

Distraught I sunk to a tree’s green shade

But the only shades I saw were blue and grey