Fill me up

Fill me up

One drop at a time

Empty me

Drain me out

Use the container

For something more useful

Than navel gazing

There are so many

Different ways to tie

A simple knot

Will there ever be

A final analysis

Who will conduct it

Will they use a pipet

To measure

The space we leave behind

And what will happen

To the results

When everything

We accumulate

Has fallen

Into the sun

Weighed in the balance

Against something good

We come up short

A vessel, emptied

Of all it might contain

One drop at a time

We drain away

What happens

To the lifeblood

Once it has gone

Can it ever be refilled

When what we have become

Is less than

The sum

Of all we want to be

I am trying though and that is important.

I fell asleep on the bed...just woke up.

Is there a last tear

Has it already been shed

In the overflow

From an endless supply

A bottomless pool

At the world’s end

Are you afraid

The next one might be the one

To break you

Send you tumbling

Over the edge

Into the darkness

Where the real fear lies

Lurking in the void

Waiting to consume

The contents

Of your soul

It is unlikely to be so

Literal

There is no logical

Explanation

For the belief

Even of a metaphor

When it makes

So little sense

But still you never know

With an emotional

Free flow

Creaking defences

Will be swamped

You will be swept up

In the undertow

One small tear

Might be all that it will take

To begin

So, let it go.