" It's My Quarter"

My emotions leak
Rusty red streams
Convoluted rivulets
Turned tear swollen dreams

I fight this battle
Strength in dissipation
Thunder and lightning
Of my own creation

I'm the author
Though not fiction
Hollowed reality
Superficial rendition

Clenching my fists
Blood set to boil
This life and I
Like water and oil

A mixture not
Coagulated motives thick
Carry nothing forward
Short be this trip