Reviled
recollection,
abused just by
remembering
scattered details
without eyesight,
without starlight.
We have long
been anticipating
the sun to set
before the rain stopped,
leaving us in the dark,
hiding our hopes
in the corner.
Our thirst
kept increasing
just as we
were running by
an infinite supply
of rivers.
Our tears
couldn’t sustain us,
because there was only
so much to attach
to our awareness,
before drowning.
The anger
made us taste rust,
while the sadness
just kept us holding
onto floodgates.
Why weren’t we
ever quick enough
to move past this,
to keep our heads above
the cruel bitterness?
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