Analysis of Wasteland

I tread a barren wasteland,

where all i see is the outline of a civilization made by man.

creatures offer me help,

but i push them away in fear of being accepted into their tribe

only to be made into a sacrifice.

i sip poisoned waters

with a goal to survive

but also with a hope to tak my broken wings and fly

to an oasis i may only tread when I die.