Cup overflowing
problems accumulate
time rolls on
to my soul
I no longer relate.
level reaches the lip
...then trembles
deep breaths bite
my heart quakes,
a fault line it resembles.
a life I missed
a love lost
now just a cold fluid inside
no tears left
bits and pieces of my soul float there
adrift and torn
from entering life's lair.
sometimes it seems that there is no end
I try to never break...only bend.
making me sometimes out of round
I'll appear tightly wound.
years passed
upward more
my hands reach
for the saving door
and the cup overflowing
spills not a drop
it has grown larger
holding more than before
helping me stop the spin
I feel around now with eyes and mind
no longer heart and hand
filled with a passion that most cannot understand
searching for a part of me
always required
nevermind all of the warnings
I have never heed
anticipations cultivate
I am dragged
as with a hook
what you seek
the last place you look
just as in the parent's fable
I'll become unattached
and leave my head on the table
I slay me! ;-)
