Drip,Drip
As words gossip and buzz.
As your thoughts speculate.
With a dull barcoded burn,
With your feelings adjourned.
Every motion churns and builds like a dam.
Rapidly the time slows,
That sellotaped dam.
Of which you mind hides,
Crumbles and cracks.
You catch the noise of steps.
Steps on stairs,
Steps on stairs,
and your further numbed,
Steps on stairs,
and you're a mirror of perfection,
Steps
And a smile is there.
But a hammer in your head.
Ice chaining down your heart.
A gently blade traced Ulnar.
That's drips form a river as the steps fade,
Chancing your eyes to close.
Ever drip is now a tear.
Of those,
Who cared, loved and lost you.
Of those,
Whose face had faded,
Exchanged for buzzed words.
And rumoured thoughts.
Drip...Drip...
Drip.
-05/10/2020
10:15pm
YOU ARE READING
Dripping thoughts
PoetryTheses poems are a emotive collection of a mental journey of Gia Madeleine 'Marsh' Baker.
