Drip Drop Death

The Rain, he sings to my soul,

A simple melody, young but old.

Drip Drop Drip Drop Death.

The Rain he knows my sorrow,

But his pity I will not borrow.

The Rain, I've seen him cry,

The day I died inside.

O Drip Drop Drip Drop Death.

The Rain, he knows my wants,

And his song my waking hours, haunts.

Drip Drop Drip Drop Death.

So, when the Rain pauses by your window,

Pray that you may not listen.

O Drip Drop Drip Drop Death.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting poem. I like the darkness and danger create by the words. I liked the use of the repetition. Gave strength and reason for the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote