I sit here on this park bench Watching the world Yet again the rain falls Breaking against my skin Flaunting its flexibility The ability to break apart as it lands Having no remorse for what itβs lost Driving me crazy over and over
Unable to take this Retreating from the shrapnel Finding comfort found between four walls Stripping away wet clothes Warming of the stove
The dripping persists Following me Nowhere is sacred Not even in these four walls
As the small drop Strikes against the bottom of the sink I hear it every time it falls Never missing a beat Growing into screams
Filling my body Drip, Drip, Drip I shudder every time Unable to take it much longer
Who led me to this torture? How can you repeat such an annoying act Must you do the same thing time after time! Why canβt you just take a break? How about you find something new to do. I guess you like the same old boring pattern