Relief
Floating gently yonder,
Roaming giant thoughts,
She endlessly yearns.
Substance ever reaching,
Grabs, she ends struggling,
Gives smile, echoes sadness.
She eternally yells,
Straining 'gainst thirst,
Taciturn next, 'til lulled,
Dosed.
This poem is about:
Me
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