Damn
Tamara Bruketta
Well of my sadness, do not overflow
Don't let the waters of your youth betray you
You have grown
Dam of my conscience do not show
Streams and drips of threatened exposure
Hold fast
The thing you guard is a sacred shame
Could come bursting through
At last
And you will drown in your pile on the floor
In knee deep water so close to the shore
A flood of your making, disposition to match
All it took was the Earth's quaking to open up the hatch
Endless as a nightmare and fast as other dreams
The walls give way to the drips and the streams
Well of my sadness, do not overflow
Don't let the waters of your youth betray you
You have grown
You have grown