My cup
it's almost empty
drained by this thirst
which I feel almost every other night....
Is it really the thirst?
Or is it the melancholy of other
unexpressed feelings?
Or hunger?
Or just a neglected conscious?
Whatever it is
it consumes me
my flesh
my blood
my tears
my strength
everything
it leeches them
it drains them
as I drain the cup......
My cup.......
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