it passes in a blur
and i can barely stir
or turn
away from what's draining me away
from the outside.
i can't break
i can't shake
or take what's left.
my heart echoes
the saddest symphony
and i'm just watching myself
become distorted in the mirror.
the glass rolls across the floor
not a drop leaves the tap anymore.
it's heard in my head
but far from my ears
i couldn't hold back the tears.
the open desert doesn't hold much rain
though it seems to release the hurt
but fails to release me from the pain. | 
Submission Name: Drought
