Holding Out For A Heart
Family will always be there for each other
Family will always have each others back
These statements have bound feet
They do not cover any ground on the battleground of the broken heart
Blood runs deep
Blood is thicker than water
This red river is a mirage of a mirrored moat
And its iron irritant leaves a bitter taste in the mouth
Making polluted waters taste even sweeter
Red rivers do not even lend enough liquid to let the lifeboat float
At least polluted waters rush rampantly
Even if its rhythm is ricocheted into ruin by foreign rhyme
At least polluted waters can fill a cup
While red rivers leave a soul thirsty
While red rivers plant stunted trees that have hints of harboring healthy fruit
But only bear buds which beckon bugs, brutes, and beasts
The soul sours from subjugation to the whispers that will it away from the wayside of sweeter waters
And after years of hoping that the harvest will be bountiful
Hands remain outstretched
Empty of a nutrient
And full of a virus that has eaten away so much of the soul that in its place remains a skeletal husk
A husk which holds out a numb hand
Whose fingers eternally reach for a sustenance suspended by a stubborn branch
A husk which has dry lips
Lips that wish for sweeter waters