This one has been out for a bit, but i wanted to post it on my official site.
Thirst
The illusion that slowly sets
The canopy of shade and water to cool my breath
The mirage of happy lives and a distant place
Fair skin untouched by dust and disgrace
Thirst
A deadness grows to fill the emptiness
The passionate heart dulls to dismantled unrest
Thirst
The desire to attain panics the reason that waits
While parched lips toast the vile of poison
Unaware of how deep the lie permeates
Darkest color bleeds into the cool of night
Desperation to quench impeaches the fatigue
Allowing misery to survive
In the end
The liquid, quick and cool to revive
Triumphs over the danger of death and life
1 comment:
I love your word usage, I have to go over them again and again. I am thankful for the rains that have been quenching the thirst...surrendered, a flower blooms.
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