Raise Your Glass

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,

and sand.

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. 

 

Author's Note

Just be honest.
Though I am aware my structure is often strange...