My entry to @robyneggs poetry dice contest #3. Thanks for doing another week!

Survival Unfit

As I march in a direction pointed east
A journey for dry land is required to feast
Burning calories, energy low, my body wants to sleep
I must find dry firewood if I ever want to eat

Sun dipping below the mountains, moon starting to shine
Slow to a turtle's pace, I'm losing precious time

Desperation setting in I need something to burn, please
Dry sticks, some leaves or even tumble weed

Of in a distance, a rainbow I see
At the end, a treasure of useable resources for me

Growing delirium, my saving grace indeed
Faces of the past dancing in my brain it seems

Memories become masks as faces begin to meld
Smiles to frowns as my subconscious already knows

Life in an office building did not serve me well
Nature is no joke, my survival skills are nill
Dear god, I'm learning mortality is real

Regards,
Mitchell J
Thanks for the pic pixabay