THE MISPLACED OASIS….
My parched mouth
stares at the never-ending horizons of sand dunes.
My taste is only a bare memory,
as I have been plainly deprived.
The fading sun is a reminder
of the impending death throes.
At the brink of this longing,
At the summit of pain,
I need to summon up my gut
and strike every ounce of soil
until the oasis effulges out the elixir
and satiates me to bliss.
-MUSINGS OF THE AWAKENING SOUL
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