My feelings flood
Like the liquid from the cup that has been tipped over
The cup that has been ignored
Almost invisible.
Yet it appears in full vivid colour
When I least expect it
Should I cry over the overturned cup?
Should I fill it back up?
Should I get a new one, because this one is dirty and unwashed?
Some would say I should simply wash the cup, but that would require so much effort
Especially when I'm not sure
If it was damaged in the fall
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Poetry
PoetryAn accumulation of poems written throughout my life, and shorts that I'm not sure qualify as poems.
