I can hear the sound of water drip,
Though the rain had stopped days ago.
The sound is pounding through the floorboards
It's making me feel wet.
I wonder how long it will last, the sound,
And the answer is that the sound is in my head.
A metronome of drips always going.
The sound pulsing in my head like a burst of energy.
Drip, drip, drip, drip.
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The Beginning To The End
PoesíaI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
