I’m lost!
Help me! I sob.
I’m drowning in, from everything-
Tears of sorrow
Salty as they drip into my mouth
Scarlet red blood
I try to wipe it,
But it’s hopeless
It gushes out like a riptide,
Leaving a mess
Too abundant to dissipate
There’s not a sufficient amount of rain
From the good old days
That could wash away my pain.
All that is left in the aftermath
Is my ragdoll body in need of support
Someone to lean on,
Or perhaps a friend
To confide in.
And maybe something intangible too,
Something that only a sprinkling
Of propitious people in the world can truly experience-
Love.
Drip, drip, drip,
Where are you?
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 5:42 PM UTC
I’m lost!
Help me! I sob.
I’m drowning in, from everything-
Tears of sorrow
Salty as they drip into my mouth
Scarlet red blood
I try to wipe it,
But it’s hopeless
It gushes out like a riptide,
Leaving a mess
Too abundant to dissipate
There’s not a sufficient amount of rain
From the good old days
That could wash away my pain.
All that is left in the aftermath
Is my ragdoll body in need of support
Someone to lean on,
Or perhaps a friend
To confide in.
And maybe something intangible too,
Something that only a sprinkling
Of propitious people in the world can truly experience-
Love.
Drip, drip, drip,
Where are you?