Keep Moving

Small words
fall like hope
upon the mouth,
parched by thirst,
more insatiable
than hunger
cries out for
have I not
known this feeling?
Once before
I have, and all
the desperate needs
and requirements
of the body;
this machine,
which carries us
as the vehicle
and can’t
be replaced,
for us, the thirsty,
shall hope only
that all parts
eventually regenerate
at least, to
some degree, that we
can keep moving.

Tagged ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: