Draining

Draining, slowly draining

from each pore

flows what this should have been

filling buckets with pain

silent ripples in galvanized containers

spilling, quickly spilling

staining sidewalks

on dead end streets

where children play

and people laugh out loud

calling, endless calling

to empty skies

with blank stares

and dark clouds

evaporating the future that is now

draining, slowly draining

 

 

 

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

Nothing saps our energy, our essence, our very soul, like grief. Your poem captures the feeling well.

[willweb]

You are correct. Thank you for reading my poem and commenting today, Rita.

[Aethereal]

This poem reminds me of the water cycle. In the future, water shall evaporate from standing water, leaves, pores, and tears turning into clouds where this vapor condenses into rain. Those evaporated tears come back in buckets of rain, buckets of what each of them once meant.

[willweb]

Yes that is about it. Thank you Aethereal for your comments today.

[Aethereal]

You're welcome!
The sky was burning
with tears returning.

[Sam Ryann]

This was an excellent read, I really enjoyed it. You're very talented, thank you for sharing!

100/100

[willweb]

Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem Sam.

[Pryde Foltz]

An excellent piece. Grief can and will still from the present.

[willweb]

Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem Pryde.

[Sami Khalil]

This was amazing. I like the repetition of draining too...Bravo..............

[willweb]

Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welfome....:)........

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it is like the words, the ink drains out leaving impressions like graffiti on sidewalks and on the walls of memory...and those who don't understand our pain, they laugh, they scoff, they don't take the dark clouds seriously...until they hit that dead end.

[willweb]

Thank you Jacob. That makes sense to me.

[Mirra]

An excellent piece with great imagery. I love the story of the poem. Simple, short and powerful. Well-penned!

[willweb]

Thank you for reading my poem Ink Splotch

[Mirra]

You're welcome Willweb ^_^