Poem -
*Drip*
An irritation's growing.
A drop of water flowing.
Doggedly more annoying.
*drip*
As ears strain for next drop.
Desperation for it to stop.
Peace of mind it's destroying.
*drip*
In soul-search, I found.
Source of a sound.
Sanguine verbose flood.
*drip*
Deceit keeps it ajar, pain grows.
Like leaky faucet, flows.
Try as I may, I can't silence blood
*drip*
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Comments
impeccable peace. enjoyed reading it.Β
thank you kindly for stopping to grace my page
Another well written peace Lisa.
thank you Simon
Heart wrenching and a perfect unveiling of inner agony spewing out!
thank you Ian. spewing is such an apt word...
Great stuff as always.
thank you Anthony. I'm so touched by your support.
Profoundly awesome!
thank you Greg.
It has a very final feel to it. Sad, frustration and irritation. A mixture of thoughts dripping away. I could see this as a monologue on stage. A faucet placed on centre stage, and a ghostly voice over. Well written, definitely food for thought ??
thank you much Benjamin