A poem I wrote while I was kind of depressed... Any feedback would be appreciated :) |
Silent Rain Drip. Drip. What is that sound? I can’t remember... What am I doing? Why am I crouching here... What’s going on? Who am I... Drip. Drip. I lift my hands up. They are trembling, stained with dirt as if they haven’t been washed for days. I’m cold... So very cold... My face is numb. I touch it, just to reassure myself it is still there. It is slick, covered in water... Drip. Drip. There is a steady gnawing in my chest, and I realize that I can’t remember the last time I ate. I reach down and give my stomach a little hug, to tell it that I understand... Drip. Drip. I look at my feet. Strange, I thought. I can’t seem to feel my toes... I reach over and hold my little toes. They feel alien and distant in my grasp. I pull them closer to me... Drip. Drip. I feel a sudden pain in my chest. I double over, startled and bewildered... What is this, I think. Why does it hurt so much? I reach over and clutch my chest, right over my heart... Silence. Frantic, I feel around, trying to find that comforting beat. Nothing. And then I remember. I remember who I am. I am a man, a nobody. I remember what happened. I lost my only purpose. I remember why I was crouching. I could no longer stand. I remember what I am doing. Trying to forget... And I know what that sound is... It is the endless flow of my soul pouring out of me, drowning me in my despair. Drip. Drip. I let my arms drop loosely to my sides. What is the point. My heart died with her. |