The cracked jar

The jar which was once full is now cracked in the most awkward places,

It doesn’t really matter what is put in or at what rate, it simply dizzles out seconds later,

It stains the table cloth it is placed on and the beautiful mahogany table beneath it,

The jar is Unquestionably and most evidently flawed,

It is no longer a sight for the eye to behold,

instead it lies on the mantelpiece mostly untouched,

Its character altered and its destiny unknown,

The jar is now cracked in the most awkward places,

that jar is me, 

It can hold only as much as the crack will allow and that too for a time not known.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s