Running Dry
I’m running dry
I have used up my hope.
Something blocks my flow
As another hinders my glow.
Weary of heart and drenched of soul,
Sorrow knows my name.
I am losing at this game.
In my chest is a void,
Tore something through.
Disgraced,I am come falling through.
My blood is freezing cold
Cracked is my skin.
A blurry sight and tired legs
Cracked lips and blistered feet.
I’m running dry.
Copyright © Ivan Katono | Year Posted 2018
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