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.