Poetry

Spillage: Poem

I see my life spread out on the floor

the stench of unclean memories floods the space

glass edges left ajar stare at me jarringly

spiked edges of a broken past

ghostly paints splash squirming violently

walls disconcerted by eerie noises

bundles of loss are tied and neatly stacked

fear hate worry run amuck in contest

cotton balls of bad choices float away

balloons of pain fleeing from me

as I sigh heavily a breath of relief

I am nothing

I can fill the floor all over again

wiser and better choices this time

Sometimes, spillage is good

Copyright Β© Roshni Ramanan

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34 thoughts on “Spillage: Poem

  1. KJ says:

    I loved visualizing this. Very well written. You’re quite right it is what we need sometimes to release all of that negativity within and fill it back up with better more enlightening and positive things. Thank you for sharing.

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