Drip
Drop
A scream
A yell
Drip
Drop
A cry for help
Drip
Drop
A slap
A kick
Drip
Drop
A loss of strict confinement
Drip
Drop
The blood ran down as she asked herself
Why
Why must this be the way it is?
Trapped
Trapped in a mirror
Longing for the dew to just be done with
Drip
Drop
She sat in the tub wanting all of it to just be over
She sighs
She cries
But no one listens
For the rain covers her sorrows in a layer of wet dirt
Drip
Drop
Drip
Drop
YOU ARE READING
«Poems From A Lost Soul»
PoetryI have a lot of feelings and shit I need to get out rn... you don't have to read it... its just rant writing
