Before anyone gets too concerned, I'm doing ok. This poem comes from that sad, dark place that many of us get to at one time or another. Sometimes the words are just there, waiting to be written. I'm not sure why, but maybe it will resonate with you.
The vessel, once beautiful and bright,
is cracked and damaged,
and no longer functions.
She is broken, thoughts
can't be contained and
drift unfettered out and away,
like water disappearing,
leaving her dry and useless.
ajj 01Sept11
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