You send me down an abyss, endlessly attempting to grasp a ledge. 

Problems you cause for yourself push me further. 

I do not know how to stop your self-destructive rampage. 

Trying to talk some sense to you is arguing with a storm, 

the only response being a strike of lightning 

and an angry army of raindrops. To fill yourself, you drain me. 

A mop bucket used to clean your personal messes.

A welcome mat in which you wipe all of your issues onto. 

  • Author: alissa (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 7th, 2017 15:51
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Night Owl

    Yep I can relate- Like this poem a lot!

  • Heather T

    This emotion is very well articulated in your poem. Some people can't be saved from themselves, and often they try to take us down with their sinking ship. Good work.

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