Voices-of-Nature

3-17-15

It slowly chips away at
My soul, like a faucet
That has a drip, that
won’t stop.
Quietly at first, then
Evermore present in
The depths of my mind.
At first, it was just a sound
Then it magnified
to become something
Different.
It is in my head, shattering
my thoughts, chasing
my humanity into
Darkness——
I must do something
But what? Do I run,
Attack it, or let the sound
Drown out all rational
Thought until I break?
A simple dripping of
Water,
or words,
it is
All the same!