Sewer of the soul

Emotions, a toilet overflowing,

regurgitated, digested refuse

which we wish was not showing

Now a mess on the loose

Sewer of the soul

empties in a pipe's crust of rust

Unwanted debris in the bowl

thrust in a sour smell of must

To the silver tongue do not rush

its throat may still be stopped

if you flush there will only be a gush

over a floor you just have mopped

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and great thoughts shared.
"Sewer of the soul
empties in a pipe's crust of rust
Unwanted debris in the bowl
thrust in a sour smell of must"
I liked the above lines. I wonder can we lose the sewer of life? Thank you Soren for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Soren]

Thanks so much Coyote for the support and kind words.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Soren.

[Ken Simm.]

I hesitate to call this wonderful because of the subject. But it is and also insightful and complex. Multi layered and forthright. Excellent stuff.

[Soren]

Thanks Ken an unpleasant read but one that just came up in a regurgitation of impulse