Cold showers

In slow motion the drops appear,

coldly beating upon this worn facade.

Wearing away the last of all I am,

numbing me for all eternity.

 

A deepened muffled sound,

resonates inside my aching head.

Each minuscule chilling drop falling,

at a tempo to drive one mad.

 

I watch as each watery bomb,

explodes upon this damaged body.

Then slithers down till it has done all it can,

to awaken my soul from this emotional sleep.

 

Without passion I realise with blank stare,

a combination of water and unfamiliar tears.

Falling together, melding as one,

until it impossible to recognise

their individuality.

 

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Done