There’s a creek
That runs through the middle of town
They say if you drink from it
You will be healed
But all I ever got
Were half-filled promises
And a feeling of regret
I still walk down to the creek
To dip my cupped hands
And bring them to my lips
I get the story behind the terseness of your verse. There’s a sense of longing for something better but there’s also a realisation that that may never happen. And then, there’s hope. Well done!