Thirst Stinging My Throat

Thirst stinging my throat;

Dust and grime choke me of air.

Breathing is labored.

Thirsting for an oasis

I will drink sand to survive.

 

Could this be blind faith,

Utopia found in sand;

Trusting you’ll be quenched?

Isn’t this what religions

Teach is the only path to God?

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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