18. Beaten tracks and battered roads

In the middle of summer nights like these,

I wake up abruptly to the thirst and thought of you.


I try to splurge and slurp on gallons of water

But my quench for you never seem to disappear but rather exponentiate too.


And then with an awakened and aroused body I look out through the midnight window sill,


As my soul tries to find beaten tracks and battered roads to get past the burned bridges existing between us still. 


~Rithin. 

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