Overflowing Unceasingly

Overflowing unceceingly


That which might have been- - -

            Cries out my soul.

Anguish wells,

                        Swelling ore the brim,

Bubbling over-

                        Drip, drip,

One by one,

                        The tears stream,

Gathering together,

                                    A pool at  my feet.

Fear creeps in,

                        The tears ceace not to flow,

Water level rising,

                                    Heart racing,

                                                            Hear spinning,

Can’t breath,

                        Drowning min my own tears…


- - - nothing….

The End

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