Rhythm

There was a leak in the cold cliff,
and rain was dripping on my head.
I watched the sea roll in
and out,
and felt the rain tapping in time,
beating a rhythm
like a drum, an endless rhythm
that drove into my skull.

It was dark in the cold cliff,
only a gash in the face to get in
and out.
But I had everything I needed
so why should I ever go out?
Except for the dripping,
the endless dripping
carving a dent in my mind.

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It is quiet in the cold cliff,
the only sound is the waves crashing in
and out.
They say he went insane in here.
They say his spirit haunts this cave,
and as I look out over the water I see
a faint shadow walking into the waves.
Drumming a beat on his temple.