There’s So Many Stories

There’s so many stories to tell,
more than I have the letters to spell,

More than I could possibly write,
and there’s no end in sight,

Like the hydra that splits,
when the bronze sword hits,

They spill from the wound,
onto the ground like a tomb,

But I’ll dust them off when they fall,
and put them under a label to call,

To find them by name,
and hope they feel the same.