Half Empty, Half Fool

what i find

i cannot keep

for when i'm fixed

there springs a leak

 

not water, oil, gas;

it's worse

it's feelings,

when they drip

it hurts

 

there lay 3 bandaids

at my feet

duct tape, glue­­

they're all too weak

 

to cover cracks

to close the hole

to sew the stitches

in my soul

 

i play it cool

but that's the joke

for what you see

is but a cloak

 

the overflow­­

you'd think aplenty

yes, i'm full

but full of empty

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

VannahLea

I like this, so much

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