Overdue
A poem about damage that started small
The little things can sometimes grow too large.
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The sinkhole.
Minor.
A tiny flaw.
The road still held.
Everyone could walk.
The ground knew to dress in proper asphalt grey.
But each day it changed —
That grey dress grew wider.
And wider.
Then it started to disappear.
Collapsing into a hole of nothing.
Not abrupt.
Just overdue.
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Original poembyMichelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (6)
Very nice. I like you equating the body to a hole.
This is so true, and I need to remind myself of this once in a while.
Very true M. Like your body giving warning signs, you ignore them until the sinkhole turns into something deep and unstoppable. This makes u think for real.
Broken things need to be mended immediately, to prevent complete entropy. Great poem, Michelle!
This one really made me stop and think. Great work!
This felt so scaryyyy. But it's so true. Loved your poem!