"Glass cup"

KACHOW

I feel like a glass cup 

On a table

Little problems pouring in slowly

to the top

Making me unstable

Overflowing, knowing it won't stop

Drip

Drip 

Drip 

Drip 

Spilling out

Frustration 

Spilling out

 Anger 

Spilling out

Everything 

The floor is wet

Making everyone slip and fall

Spores growing all around the walls 

Water filling up the halls

Flooding the rooms

I'm a mess

There's no clean up on aisle 6

Nothing to do 

Nothing to fix 

But more hours to follow

Hoping the glass will be empty

When it resets tomorrow

 

 

  • Author: KACHOW (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 20th, 2023 23:27
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 6
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  • L. B. Mek

    wonderfully accessible imagery
    I so relate, indeed
    all we can do is hope tomorrow's cup
    is a little more sweet
    or at the very least, a little less full..
    thanks for sharing, dear poet



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