Rain-man

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
Awake. Conscious.
The house is asleep.
Listen to the hole in the roof,
Letting water in.
Drops of water, each drop
Filling the bucket.
The hole is getting bigger
Letting more and more in.
Sooner than later the roof will
Cave in.
The rain outside
Is as heavy as ever.
The wind is carrying something:
Lethal. Destructive.
Maybe the Prophecies are right.
Maybe George was right.
Self destruction.
Wipe out.

We are all forgotten with time.

Symone xoxo