THE THIRST

Nothings seems anymore to quench

For me this eternal thirst,

This endless quest,sleepless nights

For which every night, with desires I burn.



Pondering away, while hammering the muse

Gently knocks on my head,with unmerciful thoughts

From which I desire to escape from,wild and free

As they unwillingly drag me bending my will at their steps.



And nothing seems anymore to quench

For me this eternal thirst,as I hear them

All the time calling me and shouting nonstop my name,

Giving me shivers and wishing me  chained to be only their slave.

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