no water will ever satisfy the thirst
that plagues our memory and time
a vertical wall we climb headfirst
crawling away from dirt and grime
our skin is stained but it is clean
the dirt and grime are on the inside
mother says it is a family gene
that so many of us has tried
a passion has taken some of us away
their eternal bed ready for the plow
a stone still weighs on my chest today
as I keep running away from the now
November 2022