Poésie
October 24, 2020

Impossible seams

Thoughts are eating away at my soul as I scribble.

As water, they slip through the cracks of my mind, so nimble

And stay forever hidden behind the wall : waterfall of throbbing tears that dribble

Down and away to the blue. Keeping them in would be like sealing the sea in a thimble.

Seems impossible.