Half Empty, Half Fool
what i find
i cannot keep
for when i'm fixed
there springs a leak
not water, oil, gas;
it's worse
it's feelings,
when they drip
it hurts
there lay 3 bandaids
at my feet
duct tape, glue
they're all too weak
to cover cracks
to close the hole
to sew the stitches
in my soul
i play it cool
but that's the joke
for what you see
is but a cloak
the overflow
you'd think aplenty
yes, i'm full
but full of empty
This poem is about:
Me