Drip
Drop
Even the rain would bring more amusement
Silence echos in it's mumbles
Murmurs of the bored and the busy
Fight along a border war
Each a person to their cell
A monk with solace in study
Brought here by the pick of short stick
Or prisoner to the promise of pardon
A marathon with no movement
Look around
Thoughts cut voiceless
Existing in this sound of madness
YOU ARE READING
Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
