A Half-Empty Life – Day 230, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Sadness.
Sadness is that half-empty glass of water giving life to a waning heart dry of all kinds of love spoken.
That half-empty glass of water you’ll never choke on regardless of how it’s poured in.
Into an esophagus sore from crying for hours on end,
With bulging eyes getting too tired to open.
And,
I know it all too well.
Because,
Because,
I’m exhausted from crying for the past decade whether or not it’s been more so internal.
Walking days at a time through the outskirts of a war zone where the soil is no longer fertile.
Wincing from the skin on my ankles being singed by an inferno,
My tears were unable to put out.
Gallons,
And,
Gallons dripping from the corners of my eyes while I circle,
Around that ocean of despair I’ve refused to drink from  as I pout,
When nobody’s looking…
But,
That half-empty cup of sadness served by the woman I’ve fell in love with,
In a decrepit past absorbing every bit of joy I’ve had to offer?
At least,
It’s given me a life I don’t want to live,
Just,
One I’m willing to fight for,
Unlike the last I’ve had before.
No matter how torn I’ve been on most days,
I get up,
And,
Drink.
Leaving an imprint of my lips on the rim of a glass salted by every memory of I,
On the brink…
Of death…