Outside my window,
The rain dolefully drips down,
Onto the waiting earth,
Where it is welcomed,
As the bringer of new life,
But inside my soul,
A desert; dry and dusty,
Where words are unknown,
And feelings have withered,
And become like old bones.
Where is the water?
To replenish my spirit,
Where is the rain?
To bring forth,
New words for my pain?
I am sucked dry,
And wander through barren lands,
Where emptiness,
Swallows my thoughts,
And makes my mouth dumb.
