Phantoms Of Water
written by Jason Borrego

Drip, Drip, Drip…

I lay in my room listening to the sound,

Eyes wide open, yet still bed bound.

Coming from outside my room,

Just across the hall, the sound continues to loom.

I eventually get up and enter the halls,

Listening for what lies beneath the walls.

 

Drip, Drip, Drip…

Some nights, the sound is quiet;

Others, loud like a riot.

Sometimes, I can hear it during the day,

And I’m unable to keep it at bay.

And tonight,

It is anything but light.

 

Drip, Drip, Drip…

I notice that there are other things

that send these louder pings.

When days are particularly rough,

And I feel I’ve had enough,

They keep me up at night.

It never feels right.

 

Drip, Drip, Drip…

I roam the halls, eager for a source,

and begin searching on-course.

I’ve done this before,

opening every door,

checking every space,

Only to find nothing out of place.

 

Maybe tonight is unique,

Maybe I’ll finally find the leak.

So I search…

And search…and search…

 

But once again, my hopeful elation,

only turns to frustration.

All I can hear is that ringing

as it becomes louder in my mind, clinging.

 

Drip, Drip Drip…