Running on Empty

Today the world spun twice around

When half a turn would have sufficed

I thought there was only so much of me

By now I should be empty;

With every hit I come closer to breaking

Yet here I am, still standing. 

It’s best to cry in the shower.

Waters mix with tears

And with enough heat I might lose track of 

What is me and what is water.

The screaming spout steaming out a soothing potion:

Moisture in the air.

Now my eyes will never go red.

The drip drip upon my head

Gives time a different metronome

And to its count I might lose track 

Of minutes. Hours.

Only seconds?

My patience only last so long

I have to move, I have to leave

Eventually

Let’s hope the water stops

With the closing of the faucet.