The Thirst
The thirst drained his soul dry
It was all that he could think about
Every minute of every hour of every day
Until each cell cried out - enough
But there was no end in sight
Still it lingered on and on and on
For the thirst would not let him die
Until the last day when it changed
The thirst just let go suddenly without warning
And there was a re-birth into a new world.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2018
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