z. 0-14. Untitled

For the strength I couldn't find
I'm losing something
So special
Deep within me
The darkest recesses of my heart
The courage is there.

 

Like the well running dry
I lower my bucket
For another splash of hope
Used sparingly
It should carry me
For just one drop.

 

I will refill the hole
With my tears.

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