Ache

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At times the world

Seems dry -

As hot desert winds,

Scorching temperatures,

And smothering, stifling air.

Gasp,

As breathe, I must.

Caustic heat or bust.

The missing elements -

Love,

Kindness,

Compassion -

The rarest of commodities.

I cannot weep

As the indifference of the world

Has dried up my soul.

Bitter.

I want to be.

Yet, I still breathe.

So, no.

I will treasure the hunger

For a drop of rain.

The day I can revel in showers

Of love.

Watch the crusted sands of time

Move, melt, and disappear.

As I stand still,

Waiting.

Gasping the torrid atmosphere –

Hoping for that first drop.