I turn on the TV for some water
And I see a well
He is a politician; with a river of words gushing out of his well of a mouth
I pant and reach into his deep deep words. But, alas, I found no water
His words were bogus;
They were the ramblings of a clueless mind
But as deep as they sounded,
They lacked substance –
Like a well without water.
I hung on to the eyes of my love
For by now, I was getting thirsty
His eyes held too many promises
They seemed refreshing like pure water
There was hope and love and trust and commitment in the wells that were his eyes
If only I could reach in and drink, I thought.
But time was the bucket with which I sought to draw from his eyes,
And I let it down more and more and more time; desperate and hoping.
Until time hit rock bottom
And I realized that
The depth of love I saw in his eyes was only hollowness
Lacking substance like a well without water.
Panting now, highly dehydrated
I looked to other people
Thinking, these will give the water to my thirsty soul
All without substance
Like a deep deep well without water.
And it is sad.
That you may never realize this vain desertification until you hit rock bottom.