Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2015
I walked the desert for a millenia
Sandstorms crushing the air from my lungs and thieving my voice,
Drawing nails of grit down my eyes
And invading my mouth
Until I became a woman of sand.
When all hope was lost
An oasis
Before me appeared
And I drank my fill.
My lungs are fit to burst.
But I can't stop drinking.
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems