Waterways

Mr Contra

Turning the valves of rushing water

Let my body be the sewers of regret

With each passing day, the pressure builds

No manhole can hold all this pain

 

Maintenance is imminent 

Need a thorough cleaning

Turn this place into a beautiful waterfall 

A constantly running river

A body of water as malleable as my mind

 

Don't have a name for this feeling

Don't even know how I should handle it

The water is burning inside while being so cold

Tired of all this shit

 

Bomb the place

Let it crumble and fall apart

From the debris, a new place will be born

The grave of doubt, and the birthplace of hope

A child cursed with the stink of these waterways

  • Author: Martin Espinoza (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 30th, 2023 23:49
  • Category: Forgiveness
  • Views: 2
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  • L. B. Mek

    (maybe: 'dispirited'
    word to convey the surrealism
    in our reality's, disparate state)
    really well written and so relatable
    thanks for sharing

    • Mr Contra

      Thank you so much! I just started writing my feelings on paper as a way to cope with them and learn from them. I'll be uploading more original poems so any feedback or thoughts are appreciated



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