Late Night Showers


Raining down and rushing by
a late night shower so I can cry

I wait till they are deep in sleep
the shower floor is where I’ll weep

The water masks my sounds of pain
taking my tears down the drain

Falling apart where no one sees
my arms wrapped tight around my knees

I hurt so bad in every way
I beg the gods to take me away

I’ve tried for peace, to end this pain
a loss of blood without a gain

My knife was sharp the cut was deep
but all it did was let me sleep

I wake each time no marks to see
just tears and pain as the gods laugh at me

– Chas Harold

About you, by you. Bios are terrible. I’m just a guy who occasionally writes what he thinks. If you like it pass it on, if you don’t like it, complain about it then pass it on. But at least do something. This country has become a bunch of whiners that just sit on there butts. “You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life.” – Winston Churchill

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