12.01.22 “The Dripping Down” (Poetry, 2022)

“The Dripping Down” was written on November 30, 2022, from 8:30 p.m. to 8:38 p.m. This poem is from my personal poetry book for Oct-Dec 2022, “The Darkest Mile.” This is how i used to write. Just sit down, time myself, and go to town. No editing. Anyhow, here’s the latest ramblings from a very busy boy…

BB

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“The Dripping Down” by Brian Bolding

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Dripping down

like a floundering little vanilla rock star

diving into the depths, way too far

not knowing how to swim

can’t lift my head

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Dropping out

Because leaving is the best decision

I can lie myself into a 5 car collision

not knowing how to drive

oh man times like this I feel so alive

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Been so busy

Head hung down to the floor

I don’t even recognize myself anymore

When I look in the mirror

Only jagged pieces shine

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I’m dripping down

All this shit is mine

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Withering away

It’s my loss, don’t worry

Everything will be really blurry

In about 20 years

I’ve got broken gears

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Flailing still

in the dark turbulent aqua green wind

I won’t even try to pretend

We may not make it out alive

Time to grab something…

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Hollowed out

Got nothing left to give, I need self care

Time to sink beneath bubbles & get completely unaware

Then suddenly pop out

Like a single fuzzy head in a Whack-a-Mole machine

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Treading lightly

I think I’ll disappear again and become someone new

In my dreams, perhaps, just to get lost in the blue

Feeling a little hopeful

Things will work out, just breathe.

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I’m dripping down

All this shit is mine.

I’m gonna make it fucking shine.

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11.30.22 838 pm BB.