water

damommza

the dripping the dripping the dripping won’t stop
it soon fills my head and I must get a mop
it’s leaking it’s leaking its hitting the floor
biting my heels, I run for the door
the wild wind is biting and clawing my face
but the dripping the dripping soon picks up the pace
I run and I run till my feet hit the splash
reality splinters, I’m starting to crash
with a feeling of calm I just lay back and float
and bang my head there on the tip of a boat
I sling myself over, my fingers are dull
the dripping the dripping is filling the hull
I look in the water, there are faces below
of those who gave up and just went with the flow
I’m eager to join them I’m eager to stay
how does one keep all this water at bay?

sunovawot

let the water drip I say
I have no strength to fight today
nor have I will to take a stand
against the drowning of the land

it’s true that once upon a time
I strove to draw some kind of line
a limit plain for all to know
so far no further will I go

but age has worn the spirit down
that once would stand and fight his ground
all that’s left is what you see
a broken husk that was once me

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