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

Is

Days

Away.