poem

in poetry •  7 years ago 

A sound from silence fills my head
Drip from the top starts to drop
Falling, pushing its way down
Narrow but bulging
Surging, flowing to its destiny
Spat
What once was a graceful drip; dropping from the top is now
Shattered, ripped apart
All the pieces moving in their own direction
But then form back together
To move to the next spot

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7 years ago by

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