A
sound repeats above my head
Like water counting things unsaid
It's slow but sharp enough to bruise
A rhythm I can't quite refuse
Each drop rewinds a distant scene Then
falls where calmness might have been
I press my hands against the sheet But even stillness finds defeat
The ceiling drifts in broken time
Each echo bends this mind of mine
Not loud enough to truly scream But just enough to stain the scene
Warrior learns to keep a beat
I
try to sleep through sunlight But silence learns how to vibrate
My breath aligns with liquid taps A dialogue is tight in gaps
It's not a flood,
it's not a roar It's smaller things that shake the floor
The more I tune it out,
the more It knocks like thoughts I can't ignore
The ceiling drifts in broken time
Each echo bends this mind of mine
Not loud enough to truly scream
But just enough to stain the scene