Procrastinator in Desert

Time slips like water

on my hands spilling.

Each droplet has formed

river; ground has robbed

my throat chokes of thirst.

A loss before me.

My mouth, my heart, muted.

My eyes left tear-less.

Only because I...

let it all spill away.

My hands now dripping

tears none can ever feel.

My love, my soul, lost.

on this desert, life.

I look back, I sigh.

The void consumes me.

I tried to cry once more.

Still, no tears would flow.

If only it can quench this thirst.