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.
