Drip, Drip – Written November 2006 (Aged 31)

Drip, Drip

the drip drip sound of tears
echoes in cold cold ears
the damp damp smell
of age encrusted fears
lies dormant in the wishing well
where wishes are not more
and only time will tell

there is rust on the key
that opens the door
the hush hush cries
of those broken inside
the drip drip sound
of the world which lied
kneel pitfully on the floor
the stone stone floor




James Garratt – November 2006


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More poems from 2006 here
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