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 .
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