Water Bucket

Some days I feel like a water bucket
that has taken the trip to the spigot too many times.
Each time never fully empty

Water is poured in seemingly endlessly
The carrier expecting me to bare all of the water given
Even though I am at my limit.

Water spills over the top and collects on the floor
Tears pouring from my rim
as I wait for the water to stop.

It never does.

{Prompt: (optional) water buckets, 100 words, free verse or sonnet}
Copyright: October 8, 2012