Wrench me back
To You.
I,
bone dry,
parched,
frail,
Drenched with ache:
weary flesh notions of satisfaction;
soul — fragmented,
Desperate for…
?
Undefinable
pining —
vague notions of
estimations,
yet,
undoubtedly,
ultimately,
You.
My innermost, empty spaces conclude,
nay, pre-comprehend:
Naught else satisfies,
All else yields drought.
Wrench me back to Life.
– EstherV