The dripping tap; an hourglass of life.
Steaming kettle; the soul of the thoughts.
The walls ; the visualisation of the enclosing mental cage.
It enters through your pours ;
Manifests in your mind.
Builds an invisible wall.
Your feel better. The day goes on.
You're unaware you're in a transparent cage.
At first you're free, the glass doesn't effect you.
Then you crash into it and the thoughts start to flood.
You feel like you're drowning, no liquid has touched your skin.
Yet you resurface for air and get pulled back under.
The pressure gauge increases. A pipe bursts. That's when the help is given and you can start to escape.
YOU ARE READING
Imperfection
PoetryA poem book by the only @acceptyourflaws. Hope you like it. :) Feel free to comment, vote and/or criticize me, just keep it clean and hope you like my first poem book. ( Some of you may know this book as Flaws, but I've had to rename it to make a d...
