Sin by Uriel Tovartrickle
trickle
goes the water
falling on my balding head
stingly gently
edges over
shaven strips of skin
now dead
endless swirls
of soap and water
drain into a drain, not yet
hair and dirty water tamper
with the passage, gone astray
gone astray like my life's direction
hopes of youthful eyes now dim
broken by a shadow's corner
reaching for a jagged edge
splitting tender vocation
screeching
focused
hope defeated by human nature
left to lie on beds of clay
03/18/2005 Posted on 03/19/2005 Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar
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