Another Drip Another Drop
Another drip another drop
pain filled nights will never stop
water stained ceilings and warped baseboard rot
bubble up slowly from an oversized pot
Red tired eyes stare off into promised lands
staving off dreams erased with life's demands
time precious time ticking ever slower
rewinds in my mind things I failed to show her
Guilt or remorse but of course that chapter closes
fear is it fear or is it what society imposes
mistaken for granted taken forever lost the past
too fast to abstain the pain achingly it lasts
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016
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