Treasure Island

Ellirie Aviles


When it rain and you're not ready


I'd long been dreaming of rain to come
To my life 'twas the chief event
for drought was fast approaching
killing me gently

Then the opportunity came
I'd put a thousand pail just out
yet the biggest vessel be in hid
for mine agony hath reigned

For if be stolen life's no use
If be judged, emotion flows
and if be questioned
what's my answer?

Mine defense be mine inferiority?
Aye! Indeed! I am weak
No trust! No hope
No face be shown

and rain hath passed
mine thinking yet undone
the pails weren't out
the vessel ain't either

I'd collected no water
I shalt die in thirst.

Submitted: Sunday, February 17, 2013

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