Let it Pour

Sitting.

Looking around at this room
that I call home.

Realizing
this place
is draining me.

I can't;
Take it,
Bear it,
Hold it
any longer.

I feel it,
the frustration,
the emptiness....
welling up like an ocean
in my soul.

And I ponder it,
wondering how much longer
I can hold it inside.

I feel it,
bubbling up to the surface
in all of the little things
that I can't stand anymore.

I want to scream,
let it pour out
so maybe I can be a little lighter
in this dark place.