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Drip Drop

Drip drop drip drop
a broken faucet wont stop
the clock goes 
tick tock tick tock 
the silence is over bearing
ringing in the ears is very scaring
why when I go into public
people keep staring
or is it just the fact 
I can hear a whisper 
the drop of a dime 
or the drip drop of a faucet 
our world spins in circles 
is why I am so nauseous 
new relationships 
I stay cautious 
never trust a person 
no matter how flawless 
people will step on each other
look at what Cain did to Abel 
his own brother
understanding history and facts 
I do pray at night so I dont lose track 
and end up like that
from some other
trying to put me flat on my back 
where I can no longer breathe 
or have the chance to react
drip drop I hear the water out the faucet 
silence everyone one has the skeletons in their closet.        -TA


Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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