Thirst

With sullen lips

He talked of death

Morbid glee filled his eyes

As if death were a wish

He stirred like a fish

Out of water he would die

Dreams long buried

No wish he carries

His life no longer thrills

He swims upstream

In thirst it seems

His heart he cannot kill

Reviews

[Melanie Jane Boicourt S..]

oooh. Nice job! I liked the rythm and I enjoyed the rhyming. You broke up the style and made it interesting. Your choice of words were nice too.
Love All, Mejasha