Thirsting
A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
Draft 01 - 08/11/2003
Five a.m. comes later than it did
when it was before I woke.
Sleeplessness befriends unsettled memories,
listens to stories
again
and
again
until another worry usurps control.
I tried counting
feet, found two, and walked
to the sink for a glass.
I want to drown
my thirst.
The cisterns of self-full
hope broke,
I have no water. I�m losing my throat.
Water has no taste in dying dreams.
When the end comes, I cannot scream.
I�ll wake up and breathe
a sigh of anticipated monotony
when today�s worries
become tomorrows sorrow.