The Sunshine Missing

by herespang

Wishing to get clean

Once again,

I stand in the shower—


Looking at

Countless droplets

Sliding down

My wax-like skin ,


I wondered


Would they really,

Grazing swiftly past,

With them carry

My Filth away?


Wishing to Rewind

Back to the Swell Ways,

Yet all I want

Is to Forget;


Craving to be Saved,

But I know Sunshine