A wash of red pain, and I'm twisting in my sleep
Brought to wakefulness by the agony
My eyes meet the relentless light of morning
With disdain and irritation
I turn the water on, and it is as hot as I can bear
As it pulses over tear stained cheeks,
I watch it funnel down the drain
Taking with it the sorrow of the morning
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