Thread: Floodgates

I hold back the floodgates,
With pure willpower.
Physical strength is meaningless here.
The pressure builds constantly.
There is no end,
No evaporation,
No alleviation.
As the days go on,
The liquid continues to breed.
And I continue to refuse it passage.
But the question arises.
Why insist to resist?
When sometimes,
It feels good to cry.

I'm sending you a "bro-hug" (lol)

This is what happened to me when I watched Angel Beats. That was a good show. This poem has a really good comparison and I like it. T_T

Well done! You are growing in your abilities to be vulnerable ,allowing the reader to connect to your pain...I may not always comment on each of your poems--but I read each one... Keep up the good work. Peace...Jul

Originally Posted by Firemajic

Well done! You are growing in your abilities to be vulnerable ,allowing the reader to connect to your pain...I may not always comment on each of your poems--but I read each one... Keep up the good work. Peace...Jul

Thanks Jul, your opinion means a lot to me.