Drought

One day, two months, three years run dry

The ground is black without rain from the sky

My mouth a cage for words I can't speak

Thin streams of tears roll on my dusty cheek

I still look for you, near and far

As my worn hopes and dreams turn into tar

Your eyes I see in the burning sun

Shining over what I've become

Without your touch to give me life

An absence of hope causes great strife

Water runs as slow as feeling

Tearing holes and denying healing

But letting go is hard like the dirt

A scorpion's bite inciting hurt

Faced with the option of death or dying

It is hard to live a life so trying

My heart denies the honest fact

That you are never coming back

No matter the drought or sun's relentless shine

I can always keep searching for what is mine