Slowly.
Quietly.
Almost completely
Unseen.
Barely felt.
It drips.
And drips
Into
My mind.
It consumes.
Slowly.
Dripping.
And dropping.
Slowly.
Ticking.
Then tocking.
Slowly.
It takes over.
Over and
Over.
And over again.
I try.
To find dry.
But ever so
Slowly.
It turns.
Into.
A.
Downpour.
And so it rains, it pours, all down on me
Unwilling to let up, unable to find safety
They called for skies filled with clouds overcasting
But this pain of rain is always and forever everlasting
It tiptoes on windows, a faint calming at first
Those inside seem to call it a soothing quench of thirst
But outside, in the middle, in the center, right in the ******* middle of it all
The rain falls down, and my mind consumed, from drip to drop to downpour to downfall
Others will never know, can’t comprehend how it feels
To be out here as they live the life they call ideal
They lay there and sleep in their beds of comforting sheets
As I toss and turn, sleep defeated, letting my heartbeats beat sleep
Those perfect ones, the chosen ones, the ones who fit in the norm
Will never understand why I stand in the eye of the storm.