Life Beneath The Words At Play

Drained

I feel like I get stuck in these words.

Like I'm a drain in the desert filling up with sand and never any water.

Then, an oasis appears, only it is not close enough for me to reach.

All I can do is watch as the river flows right by me.

I suffocate and drown in my sorrow of never reaching the water. Never have I gotten just a drop.

I gnaw at the life in the river. It's full of crocodiles, hippos, and boats. People hunting for fish and all kinds of other creatures. I envy them all with blank pleasure.

I shrivel up in the heat and die.

I die.

How can it be?

I am but a drain struck in the desert.

No.

I was human.

I had legs, arms, and mouth.

I could have walked, crawled, or even asked for help.

But I was stuck thinking of my hopeless despair of drinking only sand and watching life drain me by in a lush sea full of life.

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Feeling hopeless and stuck, forgetting to find my will to function. Maybe somewhere day I'll know where it's hiding.