The drought slowly kills everything.
It cracks the earth.
Dehydrates the plants.
Makes me question my worth.
Dries out my hands.
Been praying for rain,
to bring back some life.
You can’t bring back, what’s lost its fight.
–S.
Tag: giving-up
Death Toll.
I’m losing the war –
that no one knows about.
I’m losing the war –
that’s without a doubt.
I’m losing the war –
going on within me,
just another casualty.
–S.
