Year Seven

Drip, drip
The sound of your leaking roof
The sound that haunts your sleepless nights
The sound of promise you're determined to see unfulfilled
Behind closed eyes
In the dark
The sound still reaches you
In your dreams
In your nightmares
You cannot escape it
Its torture is one you deserve

Kurt Kok
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