Drained... Again Poem by Matthew Boisjolie
Drained... Again
The ray of despiration that was once in grasp, the beam of hope that was once in sight, the sound of purity that was once in the distance, the drops of eagerness that was once felt, the call of yerning that was once experienced, are hung over the shower curtain, and soaked, with reality causing it to become heavy, soaked in emotions, causing it to fall on the floor and drain. I don't want to drain.
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