SunBath, SandShower
My cracked face is peeling
Like a bad paint job
I need some water
Where is water
Why can't I see?
My hands claw at my unseeing eyes
As they slowly begin to roast me in the sun
I am sprawled blinded upon the sand
My skin taut and dry and cracked
Like old autumn leaves
That crumble under a touch
As they jeer at me lying helpless
On the burning sand
I feel a wind rise up
To swirl around my bound feet
And the storm begins to howl...
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Great poem! 
