Tim (visions) wrote,
Tim
visions

tears falling,
spinning to the ground
lost.
a forgotten son.

empty barrels,
a drip and a drop.
soon floods rage,
overflowing its spout.

mud puddles form,
no longer brilliant and defined.

a splish.
a splash.
a plip.
a plop.

seeping in,
the ground swellls.
filled with pain,
as my heart melts.

empty inside.
lost and not found.
a sullen man.
an empty shell.
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