Drip Drip

Drip, drip

go the tears

falling from my eyes.

leaving icy streaks

where they lay.

Drip, drip

goes the blood

sliping down my arms.

bringing new pains

to my already present ones.

Drip, drip

goes the faith

as my last remaining dream

slides through my hands.

Drip, drip

goes the life

of a young soul

with nothing left to fight for.

Reviews

[Luke Ritta]

I liked this poem....good work!

[Calypso]

Nice one. Great flow

[Sunflower 20]

i like the way you repeated the title, it gave it a deeper meaning. but you could improve the flow a bit. overall, nice job :)

[just take a breath]

hmmm...

i really like the format of this. the only thing i think that could be improved is that its a little longer... but i like it :)