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Mar 2019
seconds
minutes
hours
days.
insanity creeping
with little droplets

plink..
.....plink...
.............plink....

nightmare­s
churn through
the dark thoughts
while listening
to the droplets

plink..
.....plink...
.............plink....

you tighten the bolts
the echo repeats
in your head,
the drops keep
dropping rhythmically

plink..
.....plink...
.............plink....

screaming and ringing
in your ears
become louder
and sync with the droplets.

plink..
.....plink...
.............plink....

yelling and groaning
at this faucet
pushes you over the edge
with the hammer in hand.

plink...

but you realize
the droplets
weren’t the problem

it was all in your head.
guilty or just impatient?
Written by
rey  20/F
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