Introspection

Its among the debris I learned to search
digging, burrowing, dusting, again digging
still the truth remain elusive, as I continue..

The blistering sun had its burning metal rays..
and the sweat drops evaporated before it touched down.
the smell of burnt flesh melted into the rustic aroma
centipedes scrawled..scorpions rushed in with venomous pangs
still the truth remain elusive, as I continue..

The seasons have changed and I could feel
the drilling rain strings, though the sound was soothing..
The earthworms were swelling out of mud roofs..
the slush inside my nails had millions of their eggs..
muddy water had mountains melting, exposing ancient corpses..
still the truth remain elusive, and I continue...