A World Without Water Poem by Kenny Lamb

I see a fountain in the distance,
Lit up with life,
As the water runs a vacant empty stream of sorrow,
Water quenches the thirst of the dying,
He who is alive is now dying,
A contagion of lying runs through our veins,
A river of vacancy that empties our impurities,
Is now contagion once thought curable,
Is Now a disease that rages unscathed,
Thoughts are merged,
Like Lines in the sand,
Energy is now wasted,
Life is now sapped,
Energy has been drained,
Not a trace of ash nor dust remain,
Not even sounds may be heard in the distance of lost paradise,
But a dry bitter taste of erosion and decay,
Dry brittle bones are perched of water that cannot be drank,
Only a taste of sorrow will mend us from this Dry hollow drought,
Water is now the very poison we hate,
The only water is in the fruit bearing water we drank,
Silence lies in our sleep,
Rest from this sorrow is the only way out,
Solitude silence and pain,
Each of these are all that remain.