lately my pool of emotions has been cut off from the flow of my hand.
the passageway it streams from has an invisible dam that even when I drain all of the tears left in my body in hopes it would overfill and come rushing free
the paper remains blank and menacing.
i pray that maybe if it all comes rushing out the water log of all the words paper will never know
will inspire in me the sleep that can finally seep into the bags under my eyes
