Drip Pt. II

Enjoy the original of this accidental part II here. This is an account of a head-space I find myself in too often. The same space that inspired ‘All The Same’, ‘Darkest Daughter’, ‘My Raptures Are Blue’ and the whole entire ‘BLUE RAPTURES’.

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Disconnected
From my soul
And my phone
Trapped in my mind
With no haven
Or home

Daytime
But it’s dark inside
In this blank space
There’s no air inside

Night-time’s creeping
Shadows seeping
Whispers, terrors
They broke the tap
My brain is leaking
That’s my sanity
Drip –
Dripping


© Eshe Kente 2017
Image by Unknown
My Poetry Book ‘BLUE RAPTURES’ Is AVAILABLE NOW

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Drip

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Nothing’s real
That’s all that’s real
It’s all in your head
Until it isn’t.

One day the madness leaks out
Like the drip-
                                   drip
Of a tap
And the tap is bro-ken


© Eshe Kente 2017
Image: Light and Water by Katherine Harvey
BLUE RAPTURES AVAILABLE NOW