Eternal Water

My insides are quenched,
Yet they are still thirsty,
I long for that last drop,
That never comes as hard as it rains,
Like a river flowing,
Into an ocean,
My insides are never satisfied.

Time and time again,
I am yearning,
For some kind of nourishment,
Nothing seems to work,
The more I try,
The more I dry.

Eternal water from a blessed source,
Who knows where it comes from?
Who knows where to find it?
Everlasting as it is,
It is never discovered,
Even if I am to sacrifice myself.

For as long as I search,
My insides will endeavor,
As little drops into it,
It will survive the torture,
And out of it someday,
Will I emerge a flower.