It seeps.....
It leaks and drains away,escaping the very basin it was made for.
I have found no cure. No caulking nor glue or old wives remedy to seal it in.
So I struggle, struggle to maintain. Hasten my step to fill, pouring in as much of any mixture I may. Praying to at the least the very least preserve the level it is currently at.
Yet the more I work at this it seems the faster it begins to drip.
It's leaking.... seeming miniscule and unthreatening.
But there is a fracture and it's through this opening that I am losing it.
My mind has found a way to leave me and everyday I feel the loss.
The reality I once knew to be filled with scholars and intellects, has begun to blur and mix with the mundane.
At a time I had found sheperds now all i find is sheep, and all the while it's leaving me.
I just don't understand!
Where in my life did I do such a wrong to deserve this punishment?
Who or what did i abuse to begin to lose the one tool worth keeping in the shed?
HELP MEEEEEEEE...........
A cry heard only by it's own echo.
Thoughts have begun to cruise through the empty space looking to exploit the crack.
" Space 4 Rent" Reads the sign left by reason and I tremble to think what may occupy it next!