The Inner Voice

poem about pain

a drop falls from the ceiling
on the warm floor
a drop
drops
another one follows

a leaf flies on the wind
through the forest
a leaf
flies
another one follows

a pain hurts my mind
keeping it alive
a pain
hurts
everything follows
and crashes
and smiles
and runs away

there is an echo
inside my body
that never stops
there are no walls
to block it
there are no memories
to hit it

only the line on the horizon
in the form of a question:
what am I supposed to do now?

 

photo by Cherry Laithang on Unsplash

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