Content Warning : Do you want to continue?
This poem contains content which some readers may find disturbing.
It is unsuitable for children or anyone who is easily offended.

YES
I am over 18 years old, I have been warned and I still want to read this poem.

NO
I don't want to read this type of content, take me back to the previous page.

deepundergroundpoetry.com

A Poet's Mind

Drip Drop
Drip Drop
Drip Drop
The sound of the clock
Goes tick tock
While water leaks from the faucet
And goes drip drop
My mind is leaking
For I need a poetic fix
Give me some alliteration and Rhyme Schemes in a mix
For my hands are shaking and my knees quaking
And my heart is aching
For my fix
Just give me a hit
Pass me a pen and pad
For I don't want to make my readers sad
You see I'm getting mad
For I have a block
And my mind is on pause
Thus it is leaking
All my thoughts and ideas
Are falling
From my mind
And I can't seem to find
Anything to patch up the leak
In my mind
So drip drop
Drip drop
The sound of the clock
Goes tick tock
While water leaks from the faucet
And goes drip drop
My mind is leaking