wish "you"...whole
A heart’s dry spell,
A spirit’s drought…
No water in the well…
No drop from the spout
soul is empty…
need to refill…
count to twenty…
heart sits still…
wait for thunder..
wait for rain…
to swim, to wade…
to drown the pain…
gag and wait…
and dehydrate…
squeeze your fate…
release the hate…
breathe in and gasp…
for needed air…
hands in a clasp…
a single prayer…
then waves they call
it stops your fall…
abates your thirst…
…tears then burst…
you drink at last
you wash your past
you soak your soul.
And wish “you”… whole.
A spirit’s drought…
No water in the well…
No drop from the spout
soul is empty…
need to refill…
count to twenty…
heart sits still…
wait for thunder..
wait for rain…
to swim, to wade…
to drown the pain…
gag and wait…
and dehydrate…
squeeze your fate…
release the hate…
breathe in and gasp…
for needed air…
hands in a clasp…
a single prayer…
then waves they call
it stops your fall…
abates your thirst…
…tears then burst…
you drink at last
you wash your past
you soak your soul.
And wish “you”… whole.
1 Comments:
wow...nice poem...reminds me of U2's numb...but it's good...striking.
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