Friday, March 4, 2011

Thirst

tongue in throttle,
lips parched, 
eyes in delusion of moist.
heat hovers my being
as i lie on a pavement 
or a furnace, it seemed
unable to budge a muscle.
it rained, 
water flowed
till i was soaked
yet it could not quench
the groaning.
my soul,
in throttle
parched
delusional
groping
thirsty... 









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