An Early Morning ShowerA Poem by Jacob BrineIt now pours out of me like a shower head Sometimes there isn't enough pressure And it's too cold So I turn it up And it burns me Washing away the stench of the routine The pain of not feeling Boredom That's what it must be Most of the times though When it pours out I just watch it go down The drain© 2014 Jacob Brine |
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Added on January 10, 2014 Last Updated on January 10, 2014 AuthorJacob BrineLebanon, PAAbout"Every Single thing has its own unique beauty. People with autism get to cherish this beauty, as if it's a kind of blessing given to us. Wherever we go, whatever we do, we can never be completely lone.. more.. |

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