My Soul Is Thirsty

I took a blank sheet My soul is thirsty Writing is how I do feed Her ; since cold tears I weep Cold as ice ; yes I can them feel I tasted them ; yes because I am thirsty I picked a red pen My mind couldn’t words produce I find a word then ; It fled away , when my strave it couldn’t reduce My thoughts are not tasty So that I would my mind seduce I had a seat I wondered « why I would use the blank sheet ?! » The water reached my feet I felt thirsty I drunk from the nasty Tap of life, it temporarely quinchs My thirst Counted to five ; it permenently changes Ruins ; my life and that would always hurt Me ; I threw the blank sheet I Sank in the water,where no one lends a hand Thus, I was swallowed up by the sand. Very hot sand , that it burnt my sheet .