The water was waiting
The glass was untouched
But he couldn’t tell
His throat was parched
Distracted until
The storm stole the power
He took a long sip
And then drank some more
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The water was waiting
The glass was untouched
But he couldn’t tell
His throat was parched
Distracted until
The storm stole the power
He took a long sip
And then drank some more