For me, whenever I write any piece of work, I tend to not share what I have created. One reason for this is because when I write a poem, for instance, I usually only do so when I am in a certain mood. I turn on my “tears” playlist on Spotify and type away. Am I the only one who does this? Sometimes I journal about my day or about something that has been bothering me which is usually quite cathartic. So, any type of creative work I do is usually only seen by me...until now. Here is a poem I wrote a while back. There are layers, so interpret it as you like!
Filled to the top with water
Just about to spill over, making a concave shape
Slowly, but surely, the water escapes
Holes appear and cannot be repaired
Like a stream down a mountain
Hands behind his back
Mouth sewn shut with his own thread
As the last drop leaves the barrel
A faint sound is heard
As if a woman took her last breath
A single tear rolls down his face as he walks away
Leaving a trail
From his water soaked shoes.
Empty, not a drop of water in sight