The drought slowly kills everything.
It cracks the earth.
Dehydrates the plants.
Makes me question my worth.
Dries out my hands.
Been praying for rain,
to bring back some life.
You can’t bring back, what’s lost its fight.
–S.
The drought slowly kills everything.
It cracks the earth.
Dehydrates the plants.
Makes me question my worth.
Dries out my hands.
Been praying for rain,
to bring back some life.
You can’t bring back, what’s lost its fight.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 