A Weaker Vessel Still
my cup overfloweth from the bowels of my soul.
it is too full to hold it in; cracks begin to show.
and emotions push out- open cracks to gaping holes,
as my lifeblood is spilling out, filling my voids until i'm whole.
and what a bitter sorrow to see tomorrow
as a reminder of things past.
Copyright © Jamfox Rock | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment