DRIP - 7th Ocrober
A single drip goes unnoticed. The splash imperceptible.
Another, five seconds later - just about detectable.
A rhythm is created, when five seconds later
Another drip is headed to the beginnings of a crater.
A fourth and fifth and sixth appear with regularity
Seven, eight, nine and ten build familiarity.
Double figure drippage, it's difficult to ignore
One starts to wish the tap would generate no more.
Drip, drip, drip - the pain it starts to grow
As all senses focus on the water's disrupted flow.
The torture is incessant, please make it stop.
There's no way I can take, the sound of another drop.
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