• eskaypia64 19w

    Water for the Drought

    Many years of drought had come,
    But now today mercy takes the ceaseless sun,
    Times have been lower than most others,
    And thin and frayed has been my safety tether,

    Walking down the steps from the tower of hope,
    Fingering a knotted, murdering rope,
    Staring at a ceiling tall,
    Feeling like getting run into a brick wall,

    Only to be picked from the ground,
    Cleaned to a silver shine,
    And in my head, no more a resounding, pounding, sound,
    I'll be happy,
    For a time.