Raindrops

My thoughts are like raindrops,

Endlessly tapping,

Filling up and spilling over,

Overlapping and blending 

Until everything is blurry.

Leaving trails upon my face,

I am forced to bite down on supposition,

Choke on hesitation,

And swallow pride until it coats my lungs.

I cannot breathe without tasting regrets,

And the sharp scent of copper

Settling on everything I ingest.

I cough up sentiments

With flecks of red and white and gray.

My thoughts are like raindrops,

And I am far from shore,

And I am far from sure,

When I will see clearly again.