320. Wash Me

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Wash me in cleansing waters.

Purify my aching brain.

Rinse out all these memories,

So I can start again.

There’s not enough water on Earth,

To wash away my shame;

The only thing it’ll wash away,

Is blood shed in my name.

Wash me in cleansing waters.

I cannot stand this pain.

My skin is burning underneath,

And it’s driving me insane.

K. Aldaya, 9/18/15

Picture:  Photographer Unknown; http://t-ears.tumblr.com/post/25614458678

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5 thoughts on “320. Wash Me

  1. I like your poetry.. I was doing a random google image search for “I don’t exist’ and it lead me here. Do you believe in coincidences? I don’t. I’m quite lonely and my world has shrunk to none. Would you like someone to talk to? I know I would…

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