Aug 2020
Drip Drop, Drip Drop.
The rain patters in the distance.
Crash.
A loud noise heard in the distance.
Creek, Creek.
The sounds of old wooden boards.
All this in a lost forest.
The forest gone within minutes.
The image of a human.
Drip Drop, Drip Drop.
Their tears shatter on the floor.
Crash.
A picture thrown upon the floor.
Creak, Creak.
A parent at the door, of the sorrowful.
The rain patters in the distance.
Crash.
A loud noise heard in the distance.
Creek, Creek.
The sounds of old wooden boards.
All this in a lost forest.
The forest gone within minutes.
The image of a human.
Drip Drop, Drip Drop.
Their tears shatter on the floor.
Crash.
A picture thrown upon the floor.
Creak, Creak.
A parent at the door, of the sorrowful.
