NOW

THE LONG SHOWERS I GO THROUGH,
THE BAPTISIMAL IMMERSIONS IN A BATH TUB
ALL DO NOTHING TO WASH AWAY THIS SCUM.
THE LONG STARE IN A MIRROR,
FOLLOWED BY HELPLESSNES AND ZERO WORTH
MAKE ME CONTEMPLATE UGLY THINGS.
THINGS SO UGLY THAT THEY ARE BLASPHEMOUS.

I AM TIRED OF QUESTIONING MYSELF
WHY I AM AN ARTICLE OF NO VALUE,
WHY A DEEP TURNNEL EXISTS AFTER MY LIGHT,
THE LIGHT THAT IS GETTING DIMMER..
MAYBE THERE IS HOPE,LATER;MUCH,MUCH LATER
BUT FOR NOW ITS THE SINKING ME
NOW,UNTIL THEN..

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