Poem: Dry

The well is dry

but still you try

To draw some more from me

My spirit is drained

My body is strained

But Still you’re unhappy

Demanding I love

Your always above

Pushing me lower still

Perched on my shoulders

As I move boulders

And you keep complaining

Talking more shit

My soul you hit

Wounding me deeply

Then tossing me crumbs

My soul is numb

From the constant pain

No more I can give

To this relationship sive

You are never satisfied

Please remove the knife

While I still have life

And maybe I can heal