Yet Still Poem by Eye Spy

Yet Still

It drips,
Drops.
A tear.
No, a tap.
Dripping,
Soon sitting in a bath.
warm embracing soothing
It is life.
At peace.
Yet still,

It drips,
Plops.
A tide.
No, a trap.
Clutching,
Soon sitting in a pool.
cold ensnared embalmed
I am numbed.
At peace.
Yet still,

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