Fix It

Leaky Faucets

dripping uncontrollably

nothing to stop it.

The dripping is constant ...

a reminder of rain.

If only someone could fix it.

Moaning pipes

groaning, screaming,

at an immovable wall

expecting an answer ...

  never recieving one.

If only someone could fix it.

Chilly rooms,

cooling everything


even with the pleas

to warm up.

If only someone could fix it.

Oh... Why can't someone fix me?

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This is a powerful connection between abstract and concrete, the physical and emotional worlds. Great job!
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