Soul Leak; Traumatic Seepage

Silenced drum in the middle

55-gallon rusty old can that can’t

Emit a sound called a melody

Pandemonium on mute

Rightful name obscured

By encroaching crude crusts of decay

Precious substance spilled

Yet still driving the universe on and on…

But it’s no longer a smooth slick ride

A tanker of choppy thoughts submerged

Sunk so deep

To the lowest levels of low

Rock bottom

Ocean floored

Seasick seabed betrayal

Soul leakage

Traumatic seepage

Caulk it with love

© 2019 IC Blackman