Dry

As the homeless man digs through the garbage,
a shiny red beacon of industrial success
breathes next to him.
It's chrome legs shake with power
and currency flows from it's lungs.
And every morning I see the same man
seeking something to eat
in what others would refuse
next to the promise of progress.

And the day you left again
I never mentioned how dry I became.
My skin cracked and mouth wouldn't open,
blood stopped pumping.
Suddenly it hurt to believe in anything.
And anything called a soul
just couldn't survive.

We wait for spring like the second coming of Jesus,
we wait for the rains to bring back
what was once called a worthy life.
How simple water can seem
until it is gone.

Coherent Words

I have constructed a true sentence in a long time. And I haven't believed in any truth for even longer. And I am frustrated beyond any words I can speak because I don't have a God, I am half-way across the world, they refuse to see my point of view, and I am your punching bag all the time. And I am trying so hard to be a stronger person than I was before. And I am trying to smile and love like I have before, but its so hard when you no longer feel like you have a hand to hold or a place to stand. And I never get anything done, and I never go anywhere, and my mind was never open, and I never really learned anything. Someone better explain all of this to me soon or I fear I will be angry and lost all the time.