Drip
Drip
Drop
One drop of water falls down
Another follows suit.
One
After
The other
Until it is a torrential of water that cascades from above
A poem about tears or rain?
Only I can tell if the drops dripping down are from my face
Or from the heavens above
But how will I know if it is so, when my vision is blurry
And my face is red
With lips drawn taught and open in a silent scream
If these are tears, or just rain, falling down my face
Cold meets hot as my eyes squint to the water
Drip
Drip
Drop
One after the other
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Poems
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written over the years. I hope you enjoy them and I advise caution when reading, if these poems trigger you please stop reading. Feed back would be very much appreciated, thank you.
