you're a flood in my hands
you weaken and weaken my stand
breaking through every crevice and bend
invariably trying to break and amendyou're a force much too great
something that I cannot contain
uprooting the cornflowers in your way
downpouring clouds of adversity is just your playyou're a flood in my hands
rising and surging
rising and surging
submerging all my dams
YOU ARE READING
Throes of Spring ✔️
Poetry[FEATURED] godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed