Running Water

The low monotonous dripping
Slowly builds in my mind
Drops of pain
Drops of fear
Drops of worthlessness

Everyday you add a drop
A drop of crazy
A drop of life
That’s immediately sucked back up
By a teardrop 

Teardrops never build
They just fall
Sometimes they dry out
And when that day comes
Maybe I’ll finally leave
And let the water in my mind run out

BY ASYA MURZAKHANOVA AKA UBASTI

Poet's Statement

Running water is so nice to listen to, especially in a stream. The photo I took inspired this personal yet necessary poem. I look at my poetry, as well as my photography, as an extension of me. So, I decide to share my person with you, and encourage you all to look introspectively and ask yourselves, is your mind filling with water?
Ubasti