Plop!

It reduces me to tears.  There is a hole in my heart.  A gap.  Not a gap, not a hole, there's a leak.  There's this spot that seeps.  Seeps out sadness and pain.  It is always going. It is like a dam.  Most days I don't notice it.  It just  continues to drip.  As everyday buzz and flurry soaks it all up.  I don't notice it everyday, but I do feel it.  I'm conscious of its presence.  The pressure it's building this leak no longer seeping.  It's spilling and rushing.  The floodgates are open, yet that's not enough.  It cascades it fills me.  This torrent of sorrow and pain. Then all of a sudden I fall deep asleep.  Wake and it's as if a mop sopped it all up.  I get up and go and I feel it the seeping as it drips, drips down into my toe.