Nov 2018
So seemingly innocent,
That crack seems to be.
Yet the stains around it
Show a bigger story.
So convinient to ignore
Never to expect,
Such damage and destruction
The grand effect.
Slowest of drips
Becomes a constant flow.
Before you can patch it,
It ends in a blow.
That crack seems to be.
Yet the stains around it
Show a bigger story.
So convinient to ignore
Never to expect,
Such damage and destruction
The grand effect.
Slowest of drips
Becomes a constant flow.
Before you can patch it,
It ends in a blow.
Never really dabbled in rhyming poems, thought I should give it a go. Should I extend it, or keep it short And to the point?
