I have emotions
escaping me,
like a leaky faucet.
Drip;
sorrow.
Drip;
bitterness.
Drip;
regret.
Cold tears fall
from the faucet
until hot water
is turned on, full blast.
The heat of anger
surges out of me,
but only to silently slip
down the drain.
Drip;
confusion.
Drip;
heartache.
Drip;
dejection.
Again the tears fall
drop by drop.
Someone please help
me mend the cracks
deep in the plumbing
of my heart.
I am filled with rust
and ready to burst.
Drip;
strength.
Drip, drip;
Fix me,
I’ll be okay.
