Drain by MwsR
There is a hole
Where all the spillage goes.
Where it all flows down
The crap that comes from frowns.
It’s not clear where it all goes
But away from me is all I know.
No stopper can keep it all in one place
Just like emotions can change a person’s face.
Along the way down things start to break apart
Changing forever, the compound, the heart,
Never to return, any more pain
Like a person’s internal drain.
Thank you for reading 🙂