Broken

Drip…
I lie still in lonely cave
Drop…
Outside a vengeful storm.
There’s so much fury, vile rage…
I wish… to never have been… born…

Drip…
The grey ceiling—wet and dark
Drop…
Down sending tears to cover me…
So many worries, I could drown.
Yes—cease existing: I’ll be free…

Drip…
Pours again from stalactites
Drop…
Echoing through the endless cave,
Thus giving birth to stalagmites.
Yes, bury me—I’m a disgrace.

Drip…
I lie broken, torn inside
Drop…
A cave of shadows, yes.
They yell at me from the outside…
Yes, I’m at fault… Could I forget?

Drip…
And the light I see no more
Drop…
And there’s nothing left for me.
I lie and wait in numbness—low:
Forgotten, pained, in misery.

Drip…
In the end, I can’t be saved
Drop…
I hear the echo—deafening
Drip drop… The cave, the darkness fade
Drip drop… And only silence is what’s left…

Drip…
Drop…

– Patricia