Capacity

An ordinary vase,

On an ordinary shelf

A repository, full from deposits, that are not from myself

Unassuming on the outside,

But unknowingly, this vessel contains so much that so many don't know about

Beautifully bittersweet flowers, stand tall,

Pretty, prickly, with vines and all

From roots, watered by a ruthless public‐

Only a mask that covers what the outside doesn't need to know about‐

But the truth is, I've grown sick of what's inside,

And sick from what the fruit is stuck in

This vase, is left,

Standing ever so close to nothing more than a mess being left

It's nothing less than turmoil that turns through this space,

And like never before‐

An unassuming vessel, in this case housing a war

Can only contain so much,

Of the burning toll such hostility takes

Within the bounds of this vase, is kept so much more than such,

All the extremes I stand between;

Good and Evil, and Love and Hate,

Like opposing teams,

They take their sides in these walls‐

Joy, Sorrow, Crying, and Laughter,

Songs of low and high tides,

Their voices echo in these walls‐

The contest of their choices fill every nook and cranny

With every crack that forms, it's what spills from such that fills every page

Records of all I've selflessly given to others,

And all the wages of sin I've earned

Each with their own chapter within a book not to be judged by its cover

Written in tales of torment that go on for ages‐

All that with I'm concerned, and all from which I cannot discern,

All diffidence, and all that of which I am certain

What I keep off the stage and behind the curtains‐

Enough to fill any city, this space has reached its capacity

Only so much conflict, can this vase take

And only so much can contradict, until this carrier breaks

This place is far too full, an ordinary vase, far beyond its capacity

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