a moment to replenish the tank
unbolt the water gates
my thoughts initiate a flood
shudder as the dry pipes block with running waters
stagnant, sullied streams surge into the open
they sting in the liberty of the air
no longer ensnared within the boiler
secrets undergo destruction, exposed to the public eye
violated
moment is over.
hard left. turn off the tap.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
a small splash as they enter my state of consciousness
no stopping this mind from leaking
these secrets will seep
resounding
reverberating their own beat as they hit the sink.
Drip.
each thought is a drip. that resonates my soul.
no conclusion til the tank is bare,
do I let it drip?
Drip.
Drip.
no.
turn a hard right
let the water prevail.
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2 comments:
dig it dig it dig it...
let the flood gates open baby!!
thats what i need at the moment.
Glad u like it Sir Nick of the Blog.
I have never written a poem before.. not that i can remember.. not a great fan of my own writing in general.. never thought I would give poetry a go!
I am learning to open those flood gates.. but the bolts are on pretty tightly!
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