Water fills my ducts,
Reservoir pools so functional I can almost believe I am not in pain,
What do you do when your emotions live on the very edge,
When it’s seemingly sunny but you simply can’t explain the rain,
Why am I so emotional?
It’s my right to cry,
But should you clip the wings of a sad feeling,
Or let it fly?
My Cola bottle fizzes, promising an explosive pop,
The world an insignificant room ready to fill with my tears,
And I fear once it does, I cannot stop.

© Alex Frost 2016