It drips repeatedly on my head, I clench my fists..
I'm frozen to the floor, unable to move,
the cold piercing drip,
Pit pat, pit patting on my head
It’s an annoyance I cannot move nor budge
A journey so far of self discovery ive began to tread.
The time ive been sitting here unable to judge
A realisation, a revolution, a fresh new start I must begin to make,
The fist that was on the floor begins to ease,
The clench to what ive been holding onto begins to brake.
The constant drip, that constant echo,
that voice, that certain tease,
Pit pat, pit patting on my head.
My knee firm on the ground slowly departs,
Pushing with my foot I make my way,
The strength isn’t in my foot as its within the hearts,
The knowing of where better things lay.
They wait for me in the shadows,
I push aside with my hand and grasp the metal hook,
I turn off the stream of sorrows,
Tip tap, tip tapping on my head.