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...