The water cleans my ankles
Running headless
Cutting corners and angles
I've been sleeping bed less
The shower water is warm
Noisy and rampant like a swarm
Over stimulation
Locked in a simulation
I can't sleep these days
I've almost forgotten the suns rays
My tears blend in with this water
The shower head my therapist
I miss my best bud Walter
I remember back when I made him pissed
I just won't text him then
The waters getting cold
Like this warped sin
I'll leave this shower before I grow old.
-Andro
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The Group Project
PoetryA project of random poems by Salem (me), Axel, Bishop and Jack. Maybe some guest appearances every so often.
