Thursday, April 30, 2015

IV.



DROPS

Your name,

Like rain, 

trickles from my brain,

Dripping, 

the is faucet leaking,

far away, 

I hear it,

drop down a rusted drain.

I am falling,

abandoning hope,

I cannot resign,

from its sound.

Naked 

Whispering your name.

End my suffering,

I stand alone questioning;

All that I was,

and all that I am.

Lavender wafts,

through corridors,

from potpourri jars,

offering sleep

and relaxation.

The weary finds no relief;

through scent and sounds,

The slow, obnoxious,

drip,

through me,

hounds. 

I cannot pull the stop

incessant, 

relentless,

The rain echos drops

Endless.


 © "Drops" ~Denise Goodwin


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