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Rated: E · Poetry · Tragedy · #1828190
A poem I wrote while I was kind of depressed... Any feedback would be appreciated :)
Silent Rain

Drip. Drip.
What is that sound? I can’t remember...
What am I doing? Why am I crouching here...
What’s going on? Who am I...
Drip. Drip.
I lift my hands up. They are trembling, stained with dirt as if they haven’t been washed for days.
I’m cold... So very cold...
My face is numb. I touch it, just to reassure myself it is still there. It is slick, covered in water...
Drip. Drip.
There is a steady gnawing in my chest, and I realize that I can’t remember the last time I ate.
I reach down and give my stomach a little hug, to tell it that I understand...
Drip. Drip.
I look at my feet. Strange, I thought. I can’t seem to feel my toes...
I reach over and hold my little toes. They feel alien and distant in my grasp. I pull them closer to me...
Drip. Drip.
I feel a sudden pain in my chest. I double over, startled and bewildered...
What is this, I think. Why does it hurt so much? I reach over and clutch my chest, right over my heart...
Frantic, I feel around, trying to find that comforting beat.
And then I remember.
I remember who I am. I am a man, a nobody.
I remember what happened. I lost my only purpose.
I remember why I was crouching. I could no longer stand.
I remember what I am doing. Trying to forget...
And I know what that sound is...
It is the endless flow of my soul pouring out of me, drowning me in my despair.
Drip. Drip.
I let my arms drop loosely to my sides.
What is the point.

My heart died with her.

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