The Sound of Time
by Adrian B.
· 13/01/2026
Published 13/01/2026 15:39
In the hush of the night, the faucet drips slow,
a metronome marking the moments that flow.
Each drop a reminder of words left unsaid,
time ticking softly, in silence we tread.
Like a heartbeat it echoes, a rhythm of fears,
holding the weight of my unspoken tears.
The water cascades in a languid ballet,
a song of regret in the stillness of gray.