FaucetA Poem by John Byrd
Have you ever ran water in a dark room?
Light can only travel so far down the faucet. Once the pipe bends only darkness can follow. You can wallow in your tears for they’ll stream down the drain. Everything falls down the faucet at the end of the day. The only sound left is a cold defeat. Has despair ever snuck in your ear drums, Pounding until the point of immense pain? Once you reached your pinnacle all was still the complete same. Still sane? © 2015 John Byrd |
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Added on October 26, 2015 Last Updated on October 26, 2015 AuthorJohn ByrdDetroit, MIAboutJunior at Michigan State University. Hip Hop and poetry are my two favorite things. Childish Gambino is my favorite artist. Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, and Henry David Thoreau are my favorite .. more..Writing
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