I am a cup of water, Fragile and weak from the loss of my father. I'm a liquid time bomb with a fuse that only moves farther.
And I apologize if I'm a burden or bother, but the weight of the world seems to only get stronger. So I'll have to decline all your generous offers, my tide is high enough for a small cup of water.
YOU ARE READING
60% overboard.
PoetryI'm starting to experiment with rhyme scheme in poetry. Please let me know if this flows or not, (pun intended). I would really appreciate some criticism and feedback. Have a wonderful day readers!
