Thirsty

The thirst it burns. I need more
To the cupboard, I go
I grab a cup, the only one
Is it enough? Don’t know.

I fill it to the very brim,
With nothing left to spar
I drink it in a single gulp
I check if more is there

Again, I fill it to the brim
I hope this time I’m filled
Yet once again, a single gulp
My thirst alive, not killed

To take away this longing thirst
My cup can not be all
For when I fill it to the brim
The needed waters fall.

My cup alone is not enough
I need another’s hand
To fill below my spilling cup
Fulfill my thirst demands