Fix It

March 20, 2018

Leaky Faucets

dripping uncontrollably

nothing to stop it.

The dripping is constant ...

a reminder of rain.

If only someone could fix it.

Moaning pipes

groaning, screaming,

at an immovable wall

expecting an answer ...

never recieving one.

If only someone could fix it.

Chilly rooms,

cooling everything

unrelenting

even with the pleas

to warm up.

If only someone could fix it.

Oh... Why can't someone fix me?

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upnorthdavidNov 8, 2018

This is a powerful connection between abstract and concrete, the physical and emotional worlds. Great job! Ever collaborate on a piece?