Pitcher Of Water Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Out of the blue I was struck with thirst of dire need, it urged on.
I grabbed a pitcher, before long I fell in.
Overwhelmed by its abundance. I sunk to its bottom. after first swirling around it's rounds.
I felt panic in unsurmountable thirst. Everything grew quiet.
The pings of my heart heard clear.
Constricted by the very thirst of self regret.
A tiny hole which led to deeper waters.
Devoured by the wholeness of oneself.
An ounce of pleasure drowned in what was thought as pain.
The eternal thought of suffering, absentminded to the barrier that indeed prevented a sip, I fell indeed.
That day I fell into the pitcher of your heart, fearful at first, until
I Learned to swim in the clear water of everlasting desire.
Without need for anything else