Untitled #2

Eyes witness the dryness of the land|

The darkness in their veins|

The blindness that hinders light|

Patience in my day|

But worry when I lay|

The heat dissipates and coldness drifts my way|

Struggles come and go|

But the battle knows no end|

It grows as chatter ends and the silence begins|

And we wave the white flag|

when we know our bare hands can no longer beg|

And our mouths become dry from the screams we shout their way|

I close my eyes|

But the sounds keep knocking at my door and they will never stop|