Saturday, November 7, 2015

Parched


The earth beneath my feet
cracked and broken
The earth was like my soul
My fears and dreams unspoken
And I waited to be drenched
With a water
To quench my thirst
But the rain never comes
Only the dust
And I am choking
Upon every word
I said
That I should never
Have
And will regret
Until I am
Dead