Pump, Pump, Pump
Pump, pump, pump,
my blood flows out,
every second an intermittent gush,
and sinks in the sand
achieving nothing
leaving me weaker.
Why have you not helped me,
why do you leave me
oscillating brief hope and doubt
where have you taken my faith
in myself and in you?
Pump, pump, pump,
my heart grows weaker
as my life is spent
and no one understands
they do not see
I need help
they can not perceive
that I do not have enough
energy
to do what I should do
the brief moments of sleep
do not halt
the pouring out of my life,
and yet you are still there
waiting for my self to
be emptied out
so you can show me
how to be full.
