And let the water drip, slip, down into the drain
Washing away the day’s remains.
Limp limbs hanging heavy
Nice intro, it took me into the shower with you, I like the way you hind at what the end will be like in these first few lines . . .
Can’t hold onto my thoughts
Like water through fingers, dripping
Briliant metaphor . . .
I release a sigh,
That comes out a cry
And sounds hollow
And dry
I was left in awe by your wordplay here . . .
Washing my body,
Cleansing my soul,
As I am physically mentally emotionally
Drained…
And then of cause what makes every poem, a conclusive ending.
All and all a very nice write,
RESPECT
