Dry Waters
Not even a trickle
nor a drop
the ground is parched
within my mind
A tune lingers
I hum it all day
yet it has no words to it
I just call it my happy song
It's supposed to have words
if it is a song
although it makes me happy
as I hum it
It takes away my pain
like some medicine
my doctors know nothing of
I even hum it in church
Maybe I actually hum
it in my sleep
I wake each morning
with it on my breath
It isn't like a hangover
not at all
just the opposite
best yet, it costs nothing.
She-Kat
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