Poem

By Kon Eme

Drop 

The cup was already full

But the water kept on dripping.

One at a time, those drops fell,

Too much water for the cup to take in. 

One more drop, I can handle one more drop. 

But one becomes two and two becomes too much.

The water starts to drip down the cup,

Caressing porcelain with it's disappointing touch. 

We need a bigger cup. 

We need less drops to fall. 

We need a break from all of this, 

We need these and more we need them all. 

The cup is breaking. 

Was the cup already broken? 

The broken pieces are lying on the floor,

But the water keeps on dripping.