Drops

They drip and fall
Along the wall,
From somewhere
That's not here.

You hear the plops.
The whole world stops,
From guilt,
But, also fear.

They hit the ground
Without a sound;
And, yet, the world
Can hear.

The way is dark.
The dogs don't bark,
For they know
What is here.

A person cries
Up in the skies.
But is it blood,
Or a tear?