I feel
Like a drained well, without no water to give
Like a barren oasis, drained of resources
Like a scorched land, infertile and obsolete
Like a depleted mine, empty and insignificant
Like the ripped membrane of a drum, a useless fault
I feel hollow and vacant.

Never the less, I am still being
Drained out of water
Harvested of my empty void
Cultivated for fruits
Extracted of minerals
Drummed upon, for the sound I can't make

I am exhausted
I need water to sustain
I need support to flourish
I need treatment to succeed
I need nourishment to be fruitful

I need you to sew my wounds, so I can go on again.