Flood (of tears)

what do you think of when I say flood? gushing water breaking through a dam? overtaking things not meant to be wet? the land below wave more than just sand? well it did feel like that. held my cup of unused tears held them back; i can’t cry not in a million years but as i went to press a button not important of any sort i held the cup in one hand and with the same i pressed my floor then it happened. nothing then all at once. my cup tipped over and a few tears spilt in a little pearly bunch they pattered onto marble floor of the white lift oh no now they know the walls know i slipped it wasn't on purpose but they’ll say its a lie i have to run no time to say goodbye.

Request permission to use this poem

Written by

beansprout123

13 / F

For You?

Explore

Hello PoetryVoting

Write