Written By The Hermit Poet
chunks of metal shrapnel
flying at me
unable to sleep
rise up from bed
I sit down on wet ground
trying to reboot my brain
look up to the sky
heavy rain washes away my pain
This piece is part of the Rewind Series
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Sometimes, we desperately need this sort of a, “baptism”, to, renew our selves, washing away, everything that’s, made us into, cleaning us of who we’d been before, so we can, start off, fresh again.