Sapio the Series by Lala Barnard - HTML preview

Unquenchable

I drew too much from my well of kindness                                                                                             The

cylindrical structure became another hole                                                                                   There was

not nearly enough to see my own reflection                                                                        Not nearly

enough to pour back into my soul                                                                                                And when

the scorching days of famine and failure                                                                           Broke down my

wall of confidence                                                                                                        Force feeding the

bitterness of my pride                                                                                                     Past my dried lips,

scratching down my throat                                                                                           I had droplets of

happy memories                                                                                                              To quench my heated

mind

But…this spherical reality has me walking in circles                                                                                    Round

and back to my problems                                                                                                                   Like a

hamster on its wheel                                                                                                                       Waiting for

my turn to go down again

And again                                                                                                                                                         And

again.