vapor

water is running, 

evaporating, 

everywhere. 

no sound can be heard, 

and no thought can be thought.

they will come, 

soon, they will come.

give it time, i said. 

the water kept running,

and no reflection could in the mirror be seen. 

then, out of nowhere,

abruptly,

vapor flowed

like ideas in my brain. 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741