Spill Over

a thousand bees in my head
sting my eyes, they are red and puffy
but i have no tear for a waterfall
my well was wring dry

my well was
full of swirls, red to purple
orange to blue,
yellow to green
magical dust sprinkle,
prance above that water

today it is dry
the bottom so dark, can’t even see
cracks on brittle walls
today, so little ambition
in an anxious anticipation

i want to yell out
im angry, sad, unsatisfied
heart lost and full of disdain
for things that once floated
in youth so well

But again,
that was so yesterday

magic is still all around
come, water
fill up that hole
water, flow
against gravity
climb up that wall
cover my skin in gold
in addition to the original rainbow swirls

and i swear i will continue
fill up with water
swirls spill over
make dirt all around me


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s