Drip drop.
Drip drop.
Drip drip drip drip drip drip.
Heavier and heavier.
They strike; from feathers to bricks.
Pillows to lead.
What destruction can they cause?
What beauty can they produce?
What love can they creat
It dies, but only for a second.
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And it's back, but stronger.
Not heavier, but still lusty.
Will it ever end?
Probably not.
Yet it always has ended, and it always will.
Nothing is more certain than the progression of time; nothing less so than the progression of people.
Drip drip.
Drip.
It's gone. Not for good, but for a while. For as long as I want.
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Cracks and Faults
PoetryA collection of Poems that talk of sadness, depression, hopelessness, and connectable poems. It is the pair to "Triumph Over the Soul".
