Thirst

My sleep is like the desert rain

My pillow bony dry

And so I look into the dark

And then I wonder why

So tired and yet the sands don’t rest

In thought I am enmeshed

My thirst is psychological

I cannot be refreshed

Imagine if the rain would fall

I’d see the desert bloom

The sunlight would awaken me

A flood within my room

By slumber I’m deserted and

My bed is sleepless hell

And parched I see the dawning

Like the sands without a well

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

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

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google 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 )

Connecting to %s