Poem-A-Day: Day 290

Spilling Brain

Sometimes I feel there’s nothing left,
nothing left swimming in my brain,
my brain is an empty bowl filled with water,
with water sloshing around and spilling,
and spilling all over the floor,
the floor tells me stories that I remember,
I remember there’s always something more,
something more that manifests like words,
like words that happen to spill out my brain.