poem

in #poetry7 years ago

A sound from silence fills my head
Drip from the top starts to drop
Falling, pushing its way down
Narrow but bulging
Surging, flowing to its destiny
Spat
What once was a graceful drip; dropping from the top is now
Shattered, ripped apart
All the pieces moving in their own direction
But then form back together
To move to the next spot