You’re so sick of the water slowly cooling as you crumple in defeat, starting to match the frost on your soul.

You try to shower yourself in golden rays
Hoping to blossom back to life
But the wilted leaves just fall from the weight
of the heat,
Your voice dried out
Your cries for help raspy whispers
Your tongue weighed down by your heavy heart
Your mind flooded, though the dam won’t
any moisture clench the cracked earth of your
lips so you try to start the cycle again
though you know the results will be the same
you just clench to a small seed of hope,
just hoping for it to sprout a change.

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