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shower

shower.

 

Small boy sitting and thinking

crouched in the shower

alone

(for now)

Deep in thought

shallow in action.

Little boy crying and

screaming inside.

As the water

relieves each sin and

conscience settles in.

Feeble boy drained and

soaked as the worries

of the day wash away.

 

This is no life for a soldier

a survivor of wars.

So young for an old soul

So old for a young boy.

Quiet boy who cannot help but to

hear the roar of discontent

raging from within.

Little boy scared of the familiarity

of a life lost to sorrow.

A sobbing boy drowning in sadness

wishing only to smile but alas,

alone in the shower, crouched down low

there is no show of solidarity,

only solitude.

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Written by
jacqe-booth
Australian
Published
Feb 9, 2010
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