Soaked
they're drowning.
you've been watering my feet,
they can't feel anymore,
they've found their need;
to die is to stay still,
they've been unstirred for hours.
they're living under your will,
and you've been pouring showers;
they're dying to swim.
they're down on their knees,
"How faraway are they from the rim?"
you keep pouring to please.
"Please", they said that was indeed enough
you spilled some more only to fear
now there's water in their palm, there's water in their eyes,
as they begin to drown me in their tears.
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