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! ;-)