Bucket

by

Luigi Lalumia

These letters are my tears
they fall to the paper and form words to spell my fears
they will invade your mind and ears
listen...

Inside i feel an overflowing
the rushing feeling pours from my heart, my soul
there is a empty bucket somewhere near my pain
i could fill it over and over and over again
with wishful thoughts and hopeful dreams

However there is a whole in this bucket
created by the red and rusty corrosion of reality
this hole it seems
is on the seams of my life
threatening to burst my world

Quit stareing at me
look away
the darkness upon me is less apparent to you
than to myself

The blackhearted, ludicrise, bantering eyes of shit luck are fixed on me

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