Bodily
parched and
blistered like
a throat
tensed and clenching
like a tendon, poised
greedy selfish need
which will accept no
boundary to its thirst
a human soul reaches
aspires to life and fails
purpose unfulfilled
unsteady legs do not
perform under such
tension
rather
quiver,
holding
sorrow
feebly
Poetry by StillHoppin
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Written on 2013-04-29 at 04:38
Tags Shape  Thirst  Depression 
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