often times I find myself
like a kettle
left on the stove
to brew for too long
why does no one see
that my spout is over flowing?
that the heat I am enduring
is killing me
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If Life Was Like a Poem
PoesieA collection of various poetry works written from 2012--present
The Kettle
often times I find myself
like a kettle
left on the stove
to brew for too long
why does no one see
that my spout is over flowing?
that the heat I am enduring
is killing me
