pouring

Rain dripping against this shelter
these lines protect the space below
from this ink raining down from my pen
though
everything has its limit
slowly filling to capacity, these words
keep slipping down
moving along finding the holes
rushing crashing through
til this whole page is infested
won't stop injecting my reflection
into this pool of raindrops dancing
for me, trying to be
one
too many times do we rush through
trying to find the whole
missing some of the holes
then starts the game of rejection
trying to quietly fight this infection
filling me up quite quickly
with this inkling
that this rain will fall through
and save me from finding the brim