Destitute’s Houri

This debt will never get paid
Seldom mercy is the other poison you take
When kindness is rare
Gratefulness doubles in desperate hours
Drought’s blooming flower
The thirsty and the oasis
Seeing that the mind remembers
The psyche in its habit
Swings one way
Ask Sisyphus with his rock
He’ll force a grin
Begrudgingly say
This debt will never get paid