Water droplets fall,
Upon my exposed back.
I sit in the shower,
Allowing the rain of my life to wash over me.
The water runs,
Creating shifting patterns on the floor.
Streams cascade down my face,
Dripping down around my mouth.
Running over the same paths of tears,
Freshly shed only moments before.
The rain falls upon my exposed back.
I am naked and helpless,
The rain falls endlessly,
Upon my exposed back.
I sit and watch,
As my motivation runs away.
Runs down drain.
The rain still fails.