Some say 

She left the tap

Running

Because she was

Hurtling

Head first 

Into a tumble of

 Life

 

Some say she did it

To drown out the sound

Of all her ideas

As they spilled 

From her pores

And dripped as tears

Forming puddles 

Of what might be

 

Others say she did it

Because 

Of the worry 

And the strain

And very pain

Of a troubled 

Existence 

Where everything

Was something

Of nothing

And she couldn't find

A handle 

To turn such things

Off

 

Whatever and however

She did leave

The tap running

Pouring 

Flooding 

And disappearing

Down the cracks

Along with

Her dreams 

 

If only

Things hadn't 

Worked out

The way

They always

Did

Things might have

Been different

There might have been 

Thunder

And she might

Not have 

Drowned