this is amazing with what follows.
so we won't have to feel it again.
A drop of water for my dry throat,
a desert, a dry home for love..
The challenges are secondary.
They pass, never late - always early
In this forsaken dump of a place,
My bitter shell; my soul is blooming.
A flower for every lover.
For every drop my dry throat has earned..
I'm still here, ready as can be
To open my arms, breathe and feel.
A sorry excuse for eloquence.
A wanderer in my mind & beyond.
Such pain I've witnessed and yet,
It's better to live life without regret.
A new day is dawning.
Yawning, I face the facts tonight.
The morning greets no one,
but instead it's we who greet the light.
My twisted mind,
how indeed you weather the body.
My weaknesses no longer in hiding,
Oh, how I long for that final breath of honesty..
Breaking the crust on wings unused,
I wish to see the dust flaking.
Why echo from these walls?
Rather sing out there, where I'm free..
This is no epitaph to soulful being.
Merely a call for quiet and calm.
A drop of honey to sweeten these lips,
These thoughts, I hope, carry meaning.
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