Un Dying Thirst Poem by john raymond

DRIP dropp is all i hear
water i can not reach
for my throat is dry
i can not speak a word
yet my thirst grows
even when rain drops hit
i am jest out of reach of a sip
with every empty glass i hold brakes
to shatter below my bloody feet
i have a thirst that will never be quitted
i am beyond the drink of my heart
it to is parched
in the dark lonely cave
i live with no condition in sight
i lost so much moocher
i don't even sweat
the sound of drip drop
Turns me mad with thirst!