In my brain there is a dam
Filled with raging waters
The waters symbolize my emotions,
The dam my composure
Sometimes the dam will become too full,
It will come tumbling down
Till there's nothing left but tiny rocks,
Till there's nothing left but dust
The raging waters will roar,
They will course through those tumbling walls
Breaking my composure,
Breaking my happiness
When it's all gone the dam will be rebuilt
It will be empty at first
And then it will slowly fill,
Repeating the process once again
-May 2019
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PoetryI've never personally been into poetry. I have a hard time understanding it. I've never really been good at writing it either. The past couple of months I've just had a lot of things on my mind. Some days I find myself laying in bed, crying over not...
