In The Shower
The Poet's TreeI let my tears fall in the shower.
Because no one knows or hears,
the muffled sobs against running water.
As fadeless old memories revisit me,
I wonder:
What I have done to the world,
that warrants me slander?
Bitterness swells in my heart
and I can take it no longer.
The floodgates open,
And I cry in the shower.
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