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Thirst
The days they begin dim and dull. My mind floods over with insipid thoughts. Annoying sounds come in without knocking, invading my skull.
What is that? Voices, I do hear. Vibrations through the dark and drear. I notice them. They pray tell, that I listen and listen well.
"Remember," they say. "Remember," tears through the darkened gray.
I turn over to my side, trying to regain comfort I cannot find. I had it but a moment ago when my dreams still gripped me. Regain the comfort I cannot find. Regain the dreams that must have slipped my mind. Once again I hear, "Remember." Once again in my ear, "Remember."
Yes, yes I do renowned the days I've lost I put behind me. The days I endure and travel blindly. I pray tell that the days do bound. The week's mercy I've never found.
Early in the week drags dreary through the grim days and the nights grow weary. Dreaded, do I recall? I fear that I remember nothing at all. Remember do I, nothing of leisure and not of peace. I know tastes of only bitter and not of sweet. The bread is dry and full of dust. My bones do crack and turn to rust. I know nothing of joy, but of pain, dragging soaked socks through the rain. Tears please cry me a river and I beg pray tell that I might remember.
Desperate, I try to pass the time. Desperate, I try to ignore how slowly it drags by. Taunting me, it does so cruelly. My thoughts go scrambled and unruly. Have I ever know peace truly? Who's voice do I hear say, "Remember?"
Remember? Yes! I do now! The creaks of woodwork giving way. I remember the sound. I can hear your dying breaths spill out. I can recall curtains of dark strands, writhing around.
I can remember attempts not to scream. I can remember you touching me. Our bodies combined and intertwined. You are me and I am you. I am yours and you are mine.
I can remember feeling that which hasn't been felt before. I can sense your dark eyes on me as my garments hit the floor. I can feel that you want me with every touch. I can feel your body warm and flushed. Remember I can every tingling sensation. The satisfaction of two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly complacent.
Patiently I do wait. Pray soon I see you on a nearby day. I pray my memories get me by less I die of thirst and my throat run dry.
What is that? Voices, I do hear. Vibrations through the dark and drear. I notice them. They pray tell, that I listen and listen well.
"Remember," they say. "Remember," tears through the darkened gray.
I turn over to my side, trying to regain comfort I cannot find. I had it but a moment ago when my dreams still gripped me. Regain the comfort I cannot find. Regain the dreams that must have slipped my mind. Once again I hear, "Remember." Once again in my ear, "Remember."
Yes, yes I do renowned the days I've lost I put behind me. The days I endure and travel blindly. I pray tell that the days do bound. The week's mercy I've never found.
Early in the week drags dreary through the grim days and the nights grow weary. Dreaded, do I recall? I fear that I remember nothing at all. Remember do I, nothing of leisure and not of peace. I know tastes of only bitter and not of sweet. The bread is dry and full of dust. My bones do crack and turn to rust. I know nothing of joy, but of pain, dragging soaked socks through the rain. Tears please cry me a river and I beg pray tell that I might remember.
Desperate, I try to pass the time. Desperate, I try to ignore how slowly it drags by. Taunting me, it does so cruelly. My thoughts go scrambled and unruly. Have I ever know peace truly? Who's voice do I hear say, "Remember?"
Remember? Yes! I do now! The creaks of woodwork giving way. I remember the sound. I can hear your dying breaths spill out. I can recall curtains of dark strands, writhing around.
I can remember attempts not to scream. I can remember you touching me. Our bodies combined and intertwined. You are me and I am you. I am yours and you are mine.
I can remember feeling that which hasn't been felt before. I can sense your dark eyes on me as my garments hit the floor. I can feel that you want me with every touch. I can feel your body warm and flushed. Remember I can every tingling sensation. The satisfaction of two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly complacent.
Patiently I do wait. Pray soon I see you on a nearby day. I pray my memories get me by less I die of thirst and my throat run dry.
Published 8th Nov 2017
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