Struggle

"One....more....time....."

He feebly attempted to drag his own near-lifeless body across the scorching sand as the sun's heat shone relentlessly on him from high above the cloudless sky. His nerves burst forth signals of pain as his parched skin scraped across the coarse sand.

Raw skin and rough sand does not mix, it seems. Every single movement draw forth fresh abrasions from the tender flesh, staining the sand with his blood. Feeling frustrated, he knew this is the end for him. With all the strength he could muster, he delicately turn his head towards the sun.

Two vultures circled lazily high above him. Like an ominous sign of impending doom, the two messengers of death waits patiently for it's prey to come to pass. As if sensing death, they grew more excited, squawking excitely to each other with each passing moment.

Eyes squinting, he whispered a hoarse "Why....me?" into the air, as the shimmering desert heat carries his voice away to nothingness. No one can hear his pain, his disappointment and ultimately, his sadness. Sadness of all the unfulfilled dreams left unaccomplished. Sadness of all the things left unsaid and never will be said. Sadness of never being able to say "I'm sorry" to the one he hurt but hold so dear in his dying heart.....