Raise Your GlassA Poem by Lady M
Something I just scribbled down one night...
Raise Your Glass
There's no water in the desert.
There's nothing left to drink.
All we have is dry weeds,
It's filled up the cupboards.
Buried the sink.
It's in our mouths and throats.
We've got it in our eyes.
There's no rest for the wicked heart.
And no sleep for the violent soul.
When there's nothing to be done,
no where for you to run.
When you're drinking sand from your wine glass,
raise it high.
There's no water where the dead folks go.
© 2011 Lady M
Added on August 3, 2011
Last Updated on August 3, 2011