My soul is thirsty but I have no more to give
The spring has all but dried up within me
My body decays as I long for this quenching
How am I to live in this state of utter need?
To thrive as everything around me withers
The living among this wasteland of the dead
Exposed to emotions of loss and utter pain
I pray for rain to come and relieve my soul
Tears that will wash away the dust and filth
Revealing new growth and revitalizing the old
Changing that which I was into what I will be
Newness of life and a soul once again full of joy
I must hope, I must believe, I must have faith
If the rain does not come I fear all will be lost©
by Mac
Very deep
Thanks 😉 xx
Of course 🙂
I don’t understand but just feel your words.
Thank you so much. 🙂
Beautifully sad Mac. Great write.
Many thanks 😀 xo
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I really connected with this one. ♥ Very well done! 🙂 I love this.
Thank you so much 🙂
The melancholy is palpable.Beautiful piece!
Thank you!!!
You are welcome!
Beautiful, wonderful and powerful words. I liked them and I agree with them.
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Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
Thank you for sharing!
You are welcome my friend.