Drought

I swear to you it’s like
walking in the drought 
of a desert 
and you just keep going 
and going,
not one single thought 
for a glass of water
because you don’t
ever beg for mercy. 

You don’t ask for help

And then you come
across a town 
full of people. 
You think you’ve
finally made it. 

Your feet ache, 
your throat is dry. 
And then one turns
and asks you,

‘Do you have any
water?’

B. 

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s