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

That they always

Did

Things might have

Been different

There might have been

Thunder

And she might

Not

Have

Drowned