SEMICOLONS

river

;

she shed enough tears to rescue an arid country from drought for many years.
she fed enough lies to their conniving, judgemental eyes to stop world hunger;
mouths, ears eager to echo her darkest fears.

she's starved of the basic social requirements and emotions humans for centuries have thrived on:
trust, loyalty, respect abandon her like the bank balance of someone in debt.
and her voice is lost in the echo of the others,
her fears seemingly taking a backseat in the trivial gossip traffic.

and the never-ending river ever-flowing from her tear ducts always lacks reasons to dry up ...

so she drowns.