Digging in the desert sand for water
Feening for what will give me life
This dry spell
Leaving me parched and malnourished
I thirst for a drink
A cold swallow of a unrelenting cool
The need for it racked within my body
Just when I think it has been found
I realize I was.....
Allowing a mirage to take over for it to only leave me discontent and broken
Disillusioned in my search
I touch upon the remnants of the drops held but never finding the satisfaction of quenching it
Even within the midst of a storm
My hands allowing the drops of potential slip through my fingers
Leaving no way to contain the water
Bringing me back to square one
I huddle
On my knees
Praying for the day to end and sleep to come
Wishing upon dreams in order to forget
Even for a moment
How my body clenches for that thirst
