Shower


Starting each day, struggle to rise.
Scrubbing away all the dirt and the grime.
I can wash my body, but I can't wash my mind.
Failing, it seems to get harder with time.
Keep dragging the chains, waiting to shine.
Exhausting my efforts til the water runs dry.
Finally again darkness cloaks the sky.
It only affirms there's no escape from inside.

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