Trapped Tap

On my mind, 
are words lighter
than a feather
yet heavier
than stone.

Trapped,
in the corners
of my mind
are issues of life
troubling my heart.

And like a tap
that has lost its control
they flow into my head
gushing in great volume
noon, morning and night

waiting impatiently
for the vessel that’s empty
and needs to be filled.
But alas, all the vessels I find
are either filled to the brim,

or perhaps broken,
with an invisible hole
and ready to leak,
almost as soon as
it’s filled.

Where do I go,
to find that
well-built vessel,
durable yet warm,
and made just for me

cause nothing seems
to guarantee me,
a trusted vessel that
will hold and guard
these contents diligently.

Perhaps, to my saviour
I should run.
Though not seen,
yet so true. Oh! Yes,
to my saviour I would go.

© Gbeminiyi Alli 2009