Waterfall

my mind is like a waterfall,
it’s spilling churning constantly:
and might provide some light for someone
somewhere, far away from me

the river whence the water comes
i’ve never seen, and doubtless won’t;
don’t ask me if i ever rest –
i never will, because i don’t

and yet, a certain grandeur’s there
in all the splash and noise of it:
my mind is like a waterfall
where people come and stare
a bit

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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