Tears are brimming,
Overflow is imminent,
And the dam I build and repair,
Chips and cracks with every little feeling.
One leak turns into twenty,
Each bigger than the last.
Running and hiding does me no favors,
There is a new fear around every corner.
I can see myself deteriorating in the mirror.
I
Can feel my mind,
Gradually slipping away.
Into the clouds, where it wants to stay, lost.
Is there a stop to this inevitable break?
Or at the very least a stall,
Till I can stuff my frame into the wall,
And stifle my whimpers and groans.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 10:48 PM UTC
Tears are brimming,
Overflow is imminent,
And the dam I build and repair,
Chips and cracks with every little feeling.
One leak turns into twenty,
Each bigger than the last.
Running and hiding does me no favors,
There is a new fear around every corner.
I can see myself deteriorating in the mirror.
I
Can feel my mind,
Gradually slipping away.
Into the clouds, where it wants to stay, lost.
Is there a stop to this inevitable break?
Or at the very least a stall,
Till I can stuff my frame into the wall,
And stifle my whimpers and groans.
