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
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