An Empty Glass for Thirsty Mouths
Never quite empty
Never quite full.
Pessimistic envy.
Always the fool.
You brush your teeth
Then brush your hair.
There’s an aching beneath.
It’ll always be there.
You shake off the bad thoughts
To monologue anew.
You tell yourself it’s better off
That they would deserve something new.
You became quite barren
Yet full of regret.
A new hope and therein,
Vacant promise is what you get.
Like an oceanic vista
With none of the dusk.
A cancerous cyst of
Negativity leaving a husk.
The organs are shallow
Your soul has run dry.
Reap what you shall sow
But you’ve started to cry.
The eyes well rivers.
Villagers are thirsty.
The stampede makes you shiver,
It’s started to hurt, see?
You hurt them then leave.
You hurt them then leave.
A mantra that only someone so cold could ever conceive.
You’ve been trying to look good
For desirable stares.
Your love’s misunderstood.
And nobody cares.
You try not to care as your world’s to collapse.
It’s the plot that you’ve known.
It’s the memory clicking to show,
That you are the one who knows the synapse.
Such familiar sting.
The ears start to ring.
The screaming and shattering of glass all around.
You cave into the sound.
Are you lost? Are you found?
You’ll never be pretty.
You’ll never be full.
In this monotonous city
You are the fool.
Always the fool, forever the cruel.
The ever hungry.
The neverthirsty
But a glass of water is all they want.
To feel the refreshment.
Your glass hums a tune to haunt.
Reverberating in resentment.
You’ll never be an oasis.
You lack the desire.
You haven’t the fire.
You’ll never be pretty enough-
Sexual enough-
Lonely enough-
Damaged enough-
You’re never enough, you’re never enough, you’re never enough.
I’m never,
Enough.
