running dry

the water is not so deep anymore,
tasting sediment when i drink.
grating against teeth every grain irritates

i'm running dry
this river become a stream
in the base of the valley
the valley of dreams
the valley for the fallen
damning up the flow
with sins and bodies
taking blow by blow
unrelenting currents
pushing out
pushing out

and i taste sediment
every grain
irritates my tongue
i spit

it doesnt help