Emotions, a turbulent sea within
Overflowing like a toilet\'s spill
Regurgitated, digested refuge
A mess we wish we could refuse
Sewer of the soul, a dark place
Emptying into a pipe\'s grimy embrace
Unwanted debris in the bowl
Thrusting forth a sour smell of old
To the silver tongue, do not rush
For its throat may still be clogged
If you flush, there will only be a gush
Over the floor you just have mopped
The flood of feelings, like a river in flood
Rising, raging, a force to contend with
The overflow, a sight we wish to hide
But it cannot be denied, cannot be defied
So we face the mess, the turmoil within
Cleanse the soul, let the healing begin
For in the midst of the overflow, we find
A chance to release, to leave behind
The regurgitated, the digested refuge
To let go of what we wish not to use
And in the end, a sense of relief
As we unclog the drain and find our peace. (\"The Sewer of the Soul\") by Courtney Weaver Jr.