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 it’s 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 can’t you just take a break?
How about you find something new to do.
I guess you like the same old boring pattern
Drip, Drip, Drip
I hate you.