I force myself
One line after another
Searching for meaning
As the dots can be connected backward
And the scattered sentences shuffled
Until a cogent picture is formed.
My picture is a little off today.
The alignment suffers each time your words hit me
Like drops of water on the surface of wood
They bore a hole
It takes time
There are only a few pretty droplets to be seen
Like beads of sweat
That glisten transparently,
Until each day each drop
Washes away a bit of the composure
From my polished veneer
Is the surface decayed
Blood splattered from the big bad world
If they look at the ruins
what caused this
… a drop?
That caused me to break ?
With drops absorbed
There is only so much that i can take.