Drip drop thinker


Bowing my head in pensive thought
like a water drop drips into an empty cup
contemplating how long it will take to fill
before i get answers to my will
i search through a hole in my body
trying to see what's coming behind
but all i see are cloudy skies
thinking if i should say good-bye.

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Picture was the prompt for this poem about contemplating suicide.