Drip...Drop...Drip; the rain falls slowly.
Drip...Drop...Drip; a cry for help.
Drip...Drop...Drip; sighing silently.
If only they heard the bark and yelp.
No, they'll never understand.
They'll never see the fear harvested in the eyes.
The time has come,
And the tears are dripping down.
Drip...Drop...Drip...
YOU ARE READING
My Book of Poems
PoetryThis is pretty much just a collage of all of my poems. It'll grow over time as I write more. I just thought someone might like to read them.
