Dark Circles Shadow the Eyes.

I am not strong enough for this. The pressure too much, splitting the seams, quickly I am draining. Only a few drops--left (drip, drip), not enough to scream. But I want to (scream). To shove up through the concrete cracks, a flimsy blade of grass, I can almost reach the--sun, I do not care if I--burn. If I can only see that spear-shaft of light, one last time is enough. The good fight is worth fighting, my blood is not too high a price, it does not belong to me. That is why, I stretch my brittle body from these fissures, (a body) pale brown with drought. (And) I will wait (for rain) to coax me into breathing, or I will turn (to dust).